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Raju laughs again, warm and fond and pleased with everything. He bites at the inside of his lip, thinking. There isn't too much that he can do without moving, but maybe if he does move Francis will grumble about it, which wouldn't be a bad thing at all. So. There's Francis' face against his shoulder and neck, inaccessible; but there's skin visible at the back of his neck and it's tempting and Raju gives in to it, moving not his head but his hand, wiggling the tips of his fingers in a line up Francis' neck and over his jaw, and then Raju begins pinching gently at his cheek right at the border where Francis' skin meets his.

"But your lips are so far away," he grins. "You won't move even a little for me?"

Well! He should have expected Rama to play a little dirty! But he is a man with 12 siblings, after all, so a few pinches and tickles aren’t going to make him relent just yet. Even if he does want that kiss.

“No, not even a little,” he tells him, hugging him a little more tightly to his body. “Figure out a different way, Ram.”

Raju's grin grows and he wiggles his body, a little to try and loosen Francis' hold on him, but mostly just to feel him. He takes another moment, weighing up his other angles of attack, then tugs the back of Francis' collar down, pressing his lips to the newly exposed skin. Then his lips move up, pressing kisses in a trail that tries to follow the path his fingertips traced a moment ago, at least as far of the angles of their necks allow.

While he does it his other hand moves down, under Francis' shirt and up it, fingertips brushing gently over his stomach and side. "Are you sure?" he asks, between kisses. "'A different way' could mean anything. You might not like it."

He's not terribly mad about the kisses to his neck or the way Rama's fingers seem to be creeping along underneath his shirt. "Or I might adore it," he counters, because so far he likes this method, whatever that is. "Either way you should just bloody do it."

His head turns, but only a little, giving himself a little more room to take a proper breath. "Instead of just threatening it."

Raju chuckles. Without any more fanfare the hand ghosting over Francis’ side starts pinching at it here and there over his skin while his other hand spreads over Francis’ other side in anticipation of Francis trying to move away. He’d been half-planning to stop kissing Francis’ neck as he did it but the best plans make plenty of room for improvisation, and kissing whatever parts of Francis that he can reach feels like the best idea just now.

He should have assumed that the pinching was going to continue, possibly ramped up to an annoying and intolerable degree. Somewhere around the fourth or fifth pinch Crozier starts to writhe in a way that’s clearly searching for a way to get away from the assault.

But he’s also laughing, wheezing slightly with each pinch to his skin, hand twisting in Ram’s bright red coat to keep himself from jolting straight up. He’s resisting in the best way he knows how, by pretending it isn’t that intolerable.

Raju's laughing too, grinning too widely to kiss anything while he does it. It's the first time he's heard Francis' breath wheezing since his injury when it'd meant something entirely different but the glow of the moment keeps the association at a bizarre arm's length; Francis' laugh tended to have that quality even before, and Francis is happy now and Raju is too, a light, easy, playful sort of happiness with the warmth of their lovemaking lingering in his limbs and Francis' fine, strong body writhing under Raju's hand.

He manages his grin long enough to plant a fond kiss near the side of Francis' head and keeps pinching, never focusing on one area for long so there won't be any one direction for Francis to try and escape to. "So?" he asks, laughter lingering somewhere behind his voice. "Do you adore it, then? Should I keep going?"

He ends the question with a pinch that's got a little twist at the end of it, fingers tugging themselves off his skin in a sharp, pointed way. There's an easy way out here, unless Francis really is enjoying himself.

With the little twist at the end of the pinch the onslaught finally becomes intolerable enough to acknowledge it. He yelps against his shoulder and pulls his head up, "mercy!"

He laughs, bright and unrestricted and trying to wiggle his way out of his grasp now. "Mercy, mercy! No more!"

He can see that maybe if they were getting started with things rather than right at the end how he might want Rama to keep pinching him - there could be certain feelings that go along with a bit of friendly pinching - but right now he needs him to stop so he can kiss him properly.

Raju laughs along with him again, enjoying the sound and the feeling of Francis wiggling against him trying to escape, and enjoying granting that mercy, too, setting his hand to rubbing gentle circles over the spots he'd been pinching before.

"I did warn you," he says, voice deep with satisfaction, and ducks his head to press a firm kiss to Francis' lips. The pressure of his lips, the feeling of him there, and under Raju's hands, and their legs tangled together, the lingering glow from Francis' laughter — it's perfect. Everything about the moment is perfect. His gently circling hand slows, distracted, and Raju slows the kiss, savouring it.

He isn't certain just what had fueled this particular fire in Ram, but he won't be complaining. Not as he feels the heat from the kiss start to make other parts of him light up, not as he starts to feel things he hasn't felt in years and years begin to churn within him, not as Ram's possessive hold on his shirt makes him feel so wanted an loved. A youth spent traipsing about the Arctic left little time for romantic ventures; he hadn't known the best years of his life were over until he was reminiscing about Antarctica with a very much engaged James Clark Ross.

He'd hoped that Sophia would see the years still ahead of him, that she'd understand he still had more to give, but he doesn't begrudge her for seeing reality where he only spoke of dreams. He can dream here though, in between back breaking work and freezing nights, he can live a sort of in-between life that had potential of being rich and beautiful despite all the hardships.

He digs his fingers through Ram's hair and pulls back, seeing their breath rise from the space between them. Or maybe it's steam.

Raju grins at him, panting out breaths that mist between them in the cold like smoke. The cold that he can't feel just now; he's fulfilling Francis' dream for him just by being here. He thinks it, watching the face that's familiar and strange all at once, feeling Francis' jumper under his hands and the skin under it against the backs of his fingers and then he's leaning forward, kissing along Francis' clean jaw and toward his neck.

The heat moves to the line of his jaw, burning a trail right down to his neck. He tilts his head back and sighs, breath puffing out into the air above his head.

“I thought I was to make it up to you.”

"Well," he breathes out, his laugh quiet against Francis' skin before he kisses it again, "I'm not stopping you."

His hands let go of Francis' collar, smoothing over his shoulders. Raju is only enjoying himself, enjoying his lips against Francis' skin, the pressure of his body and the soft shape of his jaw. And if that ends with Francis enjoying himself too, well, that doesn't mean he can't be making up for cheating Raju out of that victory does it?

“There’s a lot I could do, but I need to know just how angry you are about your loss.” He tilts his head, strands of hair falling over his cheek. His eyes are very much still on Ram’s lips, thinking about the heat from the kisses and how nice they’d be if they were peppered all over. Throat, perhaps, chest, maybe even lower if Rama was feeling particularly playful.

“Helps me gauge,” he clarifies delightedly. He can be playful like this, but there’s something about it coupled with his youthful appearance that just makes him all the more eager.

Raju has to move away from Francis' neck to look at him. But on the other hand, he does get to look at him. He lifts a hand from Francis' shoulder to brush his hair back from his face, fingertips brushing Francis' temple, very gently tucking his hair behind his ear. Once that's done his hand stays there, fingers curled and still brushing at Francis' head.

"Furious," he murmurs and his grin grows, his thumb moving over Francis' ear fondly. "Can't you tell?"

All those loving touches? “Absolutely, very obviously furious,” he smiles, feeling his ears grow warm for other reasons besides Ram’s heated skin.

He turns his head, hoping to move quickly enough to catch Rama’s palm for a kiss. His hands finds his lower back again and he tugs his body closer. “But would you protest if I made it up to you here?”

Francis kisses at Raju's palm and Raju's fingers curl, as if some part of him's trying to capture the feeling of his lips just there and hold it. Then he tugs and Raju lets out a hard, happy breath, feeling even more of Francis against him, and the soft-edged thing inside him concentrates even more, and he doesn't think he could stop smiling if he tried to.

"We're on the ground now, aren't we? What more do we need?"

He can't think of a single reason not to, right here, do whatever it is Francis is wanting to do. The cold would stop him before, if nothing else did, but he's as far as he can imagine being from cold now.

Isn't the typical answer to that four walls and a fireplace? But Rama is still burning hot, and he doesn't seem opposed to the idea of capitalizing on the rush by doing something untoward out in the open like this. There isn't a soul around, and their home is fair distance away, and the more that he thinks about it the more he'd really like to have him now.

He grabs Ram's leg and hitches it up over his hip, fitting them together nice and snugly as he presses most of his weight against Ram, and Ram in turn against the tree behind him. "I see, you would have been fine up in the tree after all."

Francis moves Raju's leg up and over his hip, around them, locking the two of them together. Raju's smile grows, delighted at the movement, the feeling, and bends his leg to ensure Francis stays exactly where he is. "Mm," he agrees, voice low, and winds an arm around Francis' neck. "As high up as we could go. The very top, with the world stretched out beneath us."

Would that have been possible? Definitely not. But possible isn't really a factor for Raju right now, feeling this way. Between the rush of the chase up and down the trees, and Francis, and the way his leg around Francis' waist is stirring something fiery underneath the happiness, Raju could do anything at all.

He wonders if Rama is hot enough to keep the both of them warm. Well. Easiest way to find out is to just try, isn’t it? But right now he wants to kiss him again, that gorgeous smile that lights up Ram’s face so tempting and sweet that he just wants to eat him up whole. He surges forward again, heat immediately burning against his lips as he kisses him hard.

Rama’s body, tucked up so snugly against his own, is giving him just enough friction to build on, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t nearly enough. His right hand has more practice with all the various layers of clothes, so the left stays put as his right snakes between them and starts to unfasten and tug at their trousers.

Raju laughs, wiggling to give more room — or maybe only to make the journey of Francis' hand more interesting, who's to say — as he sends his own free hand down between them to help, moving it in concert with Francis' as instinctively as he had when sharing climbing space with him. It's easy, knowing what Francis is pulling at or unbuttoning now without even looking and doing just the thing he needs to make it happen, and doing it.

"We'll have to take them off at least a little," he murmurs, smile wicked. "Unless you'd prefer a wet walk home."

"Thank god for long coat, mn?" He doesn't relish the thought of baring his entire arse to the cold, but he thinks he can hitch their trousers around their thighs to prevent going full exposure. Rama may be hot to the touch right now, but he's not completely impervious to the cold. Things might still freeze if left out too long.

But once bare skin is touching bare skin he's far less rational. Once his hand is back in Ram's hair he pulls him in for another kiss, far more playful than their last. He bites his lower lip sharply and laughs; the youth must have poisoned his brain, because he's not thinking one bit about where they are or if people might be able to see them from the path.

Raju laughs, warm, too warm for the layers he's wearing and savouring the combination of cold air and soft, warm skin touching his. "You call that making it up to me?" he teases, the hand that'd helped Francis bare them to each other moving to wrap itself around one or the other or both of them. There's something about doing this for Francis, and something about being done for by Francis, and there's time enough to do both. Right now he's too happy and eager for more, too impatient to wait for Francis to give them more of that friction himself. "Biting me that way? I can bite too, you know."

“I wish you would,” be growls playfully, teething gritting as Ram’s hand roams between them. He’s more than happy to let Ram touch first; it allows him to focus on keeping them both upright and pressed against the tree. It also allows him to lean forward and take his earlobe into his mouth, biting there too just to tease a little more.

Raju makes a brief, pleased noise in the back of his throat, his hand around them twitching to tighten just for an instant before it keeps moving. Raju feels wonderful, and Francis feels wonderful against him, and Raju wants to feel him, and his hand moves a little faster than he realises, a little faster than it normally would without anything to smooth the friction of the movement. His leg drifts down from Francis hip to rub itself down the back of Francis' thigh.

"I can't very well like this, can I?" Raju's other arm unhooks itself from around Francis' neck as he speaks, so he can draw his fingers down over the exposed slivers of soft skin between Francis' thigh and his hip before giving a quick pinch. "Not with my ear in your mouth."

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