Captain Crozier

The comfort and care of the kisses down the side of his face stands out brightly overtop the sharp edge of need inside him and as Francis nips his ear, makes that low noise, Raju's turning his head toward the side of Francis' face. As Raju's turning his head Francis snaps his hips and their slow rhythm is suddenly fast and merciless and Raju's pained noise is blatant now, not half-hiding behind his breath but emerging on its own, sharp and stuttering out from his mouth. After an instant, or an eternity, he pulls himself together enough to move to match, frantic, gaze pulled to look for Francis' eyes before he even realises why, that he feels good, feels wonderful, an instant's balance on the razor's edge of wonderful, endless sensation and he wants to be looking into the beautiful blue of those eyes when he—

The stuttering, pained noise is back again and he curls as far forward as Francis' grip will let him, turning his head again to try and muffle the noise against Francis' skin, his cheek. His fingers are curling helplessly into fists, his hips are stuttering along with his voice, and his trousers are wet.