He could calm them, attempt to untangle the two of them so they’re both warm and Crozier himself spared from any potential hurt, but Raju groans into his mouth and bucks his hips right back, and Crozier feels so alight with desire Raju may as well set him on fire.

He wants this, has wanted it. He didn’t know what he even wanted, what he craved, but he has some idea now. He wants to feel the vibrations of his moans against his skin and see what he looks like when he comes undone completely. He doesn’t want to stop; there’s a nagging little voice at the back of his head telling him this chance may not come again. Absurd, utterly, but old habits die hard.

He gasps very quietly, the same way he’d done in the bathtub, as they brush together still in their trousers. Christ, but he wants to see him. It seems cruel that he can’t.

“That’s…that’s good,” he whispers. It’s rutting, like two boys having a stumble behind a barn, but who ever said that wasn’t a good time?