It starts as hitching movement in Raju’s chest that his clenched jaw and held breath behind it doesn’t allow to turn into real laughter. He rolls his lips between his teeth to pin them there. But the first gasp that sneaks in cracks the shell open and a laugh that’s more breath than noise is still laughter, even stifled behind lips pressed tightly together. So far as Raju is concerned, anyway, compared to what Raju is used to and what he’s trying for. Especially as those lips begin to curve despite all Raju’s attempts to stop them and impulsively Raju grasps at the excuse to take that as a loss if losing might mean relief from the glut of sensation underneath Francis’ fingertips.
“Stop!” he says, finally looking down at Francis. Laughter sneaks around the edges of the word whenever he opens his mouth, but it might as well, he’s as good as admitting defeat anyway. “Stopstopstop. Stop.”
He pants openmouthed, feeling his smile, aware of the still half-hard feeling of his cock, realising his arms are bent with linked hands pulling at the back of his head. He hadn’t thought about doing it, had needed to grab something and had needed something outside his focus itself keeping them there. At least they’re still above his head, and against the door. He doesn’t have to lose at everything.
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Date: 2024-08-10 05:04 pm (UTC)“Stop!” he says, finally looking down at Francis. Laughter sneaks around the edges of the word whenever he opens his mouth, but it might as well, he’s as good as admitting defeat anyway. “Stopstopstop. Stop.”
He pants openmouthed, feeling his smile, aware of the still half-hard feeling of his cock, realising his arms are bent with linked hands pulling at the back of his head. He hadn’t thought about doing it, had needed to grab something and had needed something outside his focus itself keeping them there. At least they’re still above his head, and against the door. He doesn’t have to lose at everything.