It won’t. It won’t. He says it like a prayer in his own head, Rama’s lips finally on his, giving him what he wants so terribly, his breath in his mouth filling him up slowly. He runs his tongue over his briefly, just barely stopping a groan, which morphs into one of slight disappointment as Rama ends the kiss.
He pulls back and looks frightened, and Crozier just wants to cry in frustration. He shakes his head; he’s fine, he’s perfectly fine, Rama couldn’t possibly have hurt him. He tips his head back and silently asks, pleads with a single look, brow knit in confusion and lips very much not being kissed.
A kiss won’t hurt. He doesn’t hurt. He’s fine. He can’t deny him a kiss, not now, not when he’d waited so long and so patiently just to have him.
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Date: 2024-07-15 01:00 pm (UTC)It won’t. It won’t. He says it like a prayer in his own head, Rama’s lips finally on his, giving him what he wants so terribly, his breath in his mouth filling him up slowly. He runs his tongue over his briefly, just barely stopping a groan, which morphs into one of slight disappointment as Rama ends the kiss.
He pulls back and looks frightened, and Crozier just wants to cry in frustration. He shakes his head; he’s fine, he’s perfectly fine, Rama couldn’t possibly have hurt him. He tips his head back and silently asks, pleads with a single look, brow knit in confusion and lips very much not being kissed.
A kiss won’t hurt. He doesn’t hurt. He’s fine. He can’t deny him a kiss, not now, not when he’d waited so long and so patiently just to have him.