The loss of the pressure holding his arms down is a shock and he watches Francis a little dazedly in the wake of it, feeling the ghosts of the sensations where Francis has just moved away. He blinks to try and focus, still breathing heavily through his mouth, as he watches Francis' hand moving down Raju's buttons, then disappearing underneath them. Francis' skin is against his skin; his next breath in shudders. His fingers twitch, but his arms stay where they are; one arm twitches, as if about to rise, and then doesn't. It seems wrong to move them, still. Or maybe he only doesn't want to, to keep feeling the echoes of Francis' weight holding them there.
"Going to savour me under there too?" Raju breathes, chest heaving as he watches Francis, feels him there.
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Date: 2024-07-30 02:21 am (UTC)"Going to savour me under there too?" Raju breathes, chest heaving as he watches Francis, feels him there.