Francis is going slow, taking a breath, and for once having to wait is a good thing; Raju might last that much longer, even now, with a moment to catch his own breath. But only a moment — looking up at Francis, Raju tightens the ring of muscle around Francis' cock, the sensation of it sending a shiver up through his body even though he's warm, as warm as he's ever been. His right hand grips Francis' arm hard, using the grip to keep his legs still instead of pulling Francis in closer to him. There's going to be time for that. Not yet. "Good?" he manages, grinning and completely confident of the answer.
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Date: 2024-10-02 12:59 am (UTC)