Raju's laugh is a quiet, giddy little huff of air, his gaze fixed on Francis and his lips pulling into a smile he couldn't stop if he'd wanted to. The more Francis brushes against Raju with his fingertips so carefully with that awe on his face the more Raju leans in toward him, the fists he's holding his hands in the only thing keeping them at his sides. But it's too... too wonderful, being looked at that way, touched that way, as if something worth that awe is happening just because Raju is standing here all bared to him, to break the spell by reaching back no matter how strong the pull Raju feels to touch him.
The sweep of Francis' fingers makes Raju shudder, the trail it leaves over his skin and the joy filling him up hardening his cock, too. "Beautiful?" he murmurs, not sure why the word is striking him so powerfully now when he's never cared for the word one way or the other before, from anywhere but Francis' lips. But the way Francis is looking at him. He isn't even asking Raju to do anything to look at him like some treasure of immeasurable value that he'd never expected to stand in the presence of. To stand here and be seen is enough, the end unto itself.
"If you don't take your clothes off first," he promises, voice low and eager and smiling, "I'm going to tear them off."
Can he? It doesn't matter. He'll find a way. He has a knife, somewhere.
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Date: 2024-09-17 01:49 pm (UTC)The sweep of Francis' fingers makes Raju shudder, the trail it leaves over his skin and the joy filling him up hardening his cock, too. "Beautiful?" he murmurs, not sure why the word is striking him so powerfully now when he's never cared for the word one way or the other before, from anywhere but Francis' lips. But the way Francis is looking at him. He isn't even asking Raju to do anything to look at him like some treasure of immeasurable value that he'd never expected to stand in the presence of. To stand here and be seen is enough, the end unto itself.
"If you don't take your clothes off first," he promises, voice low and eager and smiling, "I'm going to tear them off."
Can he? It doesn't matter. He'll find a way. He has a knife, somewhere.