The growl and tone of Francis' voice sets the pressure Raju'd felt in his chest uncurling out into the rest of him. He looks down at the dear face bared by his hand, turned by his hand to look up at him, at Francis not looking anywhere else. He'd kissed Francis before. It only fits that he should kiss him after.
Raju bends slowly, the one hand keeping loose hold on Francis' chin and the other sliding around to the back of his head, fingers sliding into his hair. "What else would I do?" he whispers, close enough that he can feel his breath against Francis' lips, and he bends just a little further and kisses him, lips moving slowly.
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Date: 2024-07-26 01:56 am (UTC)Raju bends slowly, the one hand keeping loose hold on Francis' chin and the other sliding around to the back of his head, fingers sliding into his hair. "What else would I do?" he whispers, close enough that he can feel his breath against Francis' lips, and he bends just a little further and kisses him, lips moving slowly.