Savouring. Raju's head lifts to look— or try to look. With Francis' teeth where they are the view is mostly the back of his head, and Raju drops his head back again with what might be a sigh. And might not be. Raju isn't sure, suddenly, is wondering how long it'd been, even before he'd left those years ago, since he'd thought to savour anything like this at all. It seems— indulgent, somehow, the idea of Francis taking his time on purpose, only for this. As if the rest of it isn't indulgent already, but—
There's just something about taking time, as much to simply do it as to move them closer to anything, simply to enjoy it for its own sake, that hits Raju strangely. He still isn't sure just why.
His hips writhe again, not with his leg pulling them harder against Francis' this time but only moving, helplessly. He feels his lips still stinging from their kissing, and the weight of Francis over his chest and his stomach and his arms, and he feels Francis' mouth against his neck.
Admittedly, this isn't the best moment to try to think much of anything through.
"Savouring," he rasps, echoing Francis as he tries to put all of this into words he can use to direct Francis with.
"You... like this part?" is what comes to him, a little faintly between heavy breaths. "Just this?"
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Date: 2024-07-30 01:33 am (UTC)There's just something about taking time, as much to simply do it as to move them closer to anything, simply to enjoy it for its own sake, that hits Raju strangely. He still isn't sure just why.
His hips writhe again, not with his leg pulling them harder against Francis' this time but only moving, helplessly. He feels his lips still stinging from their kissing, and the weight of Francis over his chest and his stomach and his arms, and he feels Francis' mouth against his neck.
Admittedly, this isn't the best moment to try to think much of anything through.
"Savouring," he rasps, echoing Francis as he tries to put all of this into words he can use to direct Francis with.
"You... like this part?" is what comes to him, a little faintly between heavy breaths. "Just this?"