Inside of himself Raju can feel… well, plenty of different things, some of which he’s never felt inside of him before. He can feel it between them too, wet where Raju had come against Francis’ stomach, smearing along with his sweat over his skin. And he can feel the weight of Francis’ head against his shoulder, the soft warmth of his breath against Raju’s skin. The hand that’d been clutching at his shoulder moves down to smooth over Francis’ hair once and then a second time, slow and lingering. The legs Raju’s wrapped around him lower slowly, their grip loosening, his heels sliding down Francis’ back and over his arse on their way to relaxing.
Raju’s wandering hand slides down the back of Francis’ neck, over his shoulder and his back. He pulls the hand linked with his in close to kiss the side of it again. His eyelids want to close and they’re trying, the relaxation all through him pulling at them too, but he wants another look at Francis’ face first. He’s been looking but he wants more of it. He had a hand in his and another cupping his face in the same moment, and has now the secure weight of a much loved body over his everywhere; he couldn’t have more of Francis than he does, but he wants more anyway. One more look at him. Raju’s expression is solemn and searching, and if Francis looks at him it will break into a soft, warm smile. Then Raju might let himself sleep.
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Date: 2024-10-05 08:59 am (UTC)Raju’s wandering hand slides down the back of Francis’ neck, over his shoulder and his back. He pulls the hand linked with his in close to kiss the side of it again. His eyelids want to close and they’re trying, the relaxation all through him pulling at them too, but he wants another look at Francis’ face first. He’s been looking but he wants more of it. He had a hand in his and another cupping his face in the same moment, and has now the secure weight of a much loved body over his everywhere; he couldn’t have more of Francis than he does, but he wants more anyway. One more look at him. Raju’s expression is solemn and searching, and if Francis looks at him it will break into a soft, warm smile. Then Raju might let himself sleep.