Raju whines out a startled, pained noise, not sure if the sound is pleasure or a protest or both, and rocks his hips hard against Francis’, legs tightening around him again. He rears back, panting breaths deeper now, putting one hand on either side of Francis’ shirt and only thinks about what he’s doing when he’s about to.
It will be very impressive, won’t it. If it works.
He moves his hands down, to the buttons that tend to wear out faster. He looks down at Francis, feels everything stirring inside him pressing him to see, to feel, and thinks of how it feels to impress Francis, when he manages to.
Not all the buttons go on his first pull, but most of them do. A second pull at Francis’ shirt gets the few near the top and bottom, and ultimately, Francis does have more ground to complain about layers than Raju does; the skin beneath him is bare. With a low, satisfied hum he bends to take Francis’ nipple in his teeth, expecting Francis to be less sensitive there than Raju himself is but wanting to taste him.
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It will be very impressive, won’t it. If it works.
He moves his hands down, to the buttons that tend to wear out faster. He looks down at Francis, feels everything stirring inside him pressing him to see, to feel, and thinks of how it feels to impress Francis, when he manages to.
Not all the buttons go on his first pull, but most of them do. A second pull at Francis’ shirt gets the few near the top and bottom, and ultimately, Francis does have more ground to complain about layers than Raju does; the skin beneath him is bare. With a low, satisfied hum he bends to take Francis’ nipple in his teeth, expecting Francis to be less sensitive there than Raju himself is but wanting to taste him.