The touch to his neck sends a shudder over his shoulders, and he rolls them in twitching little movements to try and work the feeling out. He'd known, of course, that he'd been missing Francis' company, his touch, the feeling of his bare skin under Raju's fingers, but he isn't sure why it came on like this, so suddenly in a rush in the moment he felt Francis' fingers gripping his hip, so much harder to hold inside him than he'd expected it to be. He's gone much longer without before. He'd known he'd been wanting Francis, but he hadn't really been thinking about it.
His hand skates over the skin of Francis' shoulder, stopped soon by the limits of the shirt's collar, shirt still mostly buttoned. He takes Francis' shoulder in his hand, grip tentative, not sure how much he'll need to hold himself back when he does it. He turns his head enough to feel Francis' skin against his forehead, and knows at least where the force of it is coming from: "I missed you," he rasps, the need not separate from walking under the trees with their shoulders brushing, or pulling numb fingertips away from a hot pan, or feeling a large, callused hand close around his in the dark, but part of all of it, part of the pull to fill in the empty space Raju had left in their lives when he'd forgotten Francis. He can feel Francis against his skin and in his breath, and he wants more of it very badly, and he's missed him.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:01 pm (UTC)His hand skates over the skin of Francis' shoulder, stopped soon by the limits of the shirt's collar, shirt still mostly buttoned. He takes Francis' shoulder in his hand, grip tentative, not sure how much he'll need to hold himself back when he does it. He turns his head enough to feel Francis' skin against his forehead, and knows at least where the force of it is coming from: "I missed you," he rasps, the need not separate from walking under the trees with their shoulders brushing, or pulling numb fingertips away from a hot pan, or feeling a large, callused hand close around his in the dark, but part of all of it, part of the pull to fill in the empty space Raju had left in their lives when he'd forgotten Francis. He can feel Francis against his skin and in his breath, and he wants more of it very badly, and he's missed him.