There are lips on his throat and Raju lets out a surprised breath, looking openmouthed up at the ceiling. Every little touch, every gesture, feels like something new laying like this, with a man like Francis above him. He pants out a couple heavy breaths and then the need starts to creep into them too, each breath with a hint at a moan trailing it as he feels the lips against his skin pressing over his throat, feels the pressure and the weight but not the friction, so much and not enough and not allowed to reach for it, held the way he is. His head thunks back against the blanket and he laughs breathlessly.
"This is all you're here for?" he complains, his tone strained and delighted and impatient and in love. "Teasing me? This is what you've been dreaming about doing, all this time?"
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Date: 2024-07-29 11:29 pm (UTC)"This is all you're here for?" he complains, his tone strained and delighted and impatient and in love. "Teasing me? This is what you've been dreaming about doing, all this time?"