Captain Crozier

Between kissing a trail down Francis' thigh, Raju watches him. "Beautiful," he says, palms sliding back up, feeling the loose muscle of Francis' thighs under his hands, feeling the fat of his arse as well as he can without pushing Francis' hips up again, cupping the skin there as he sucks at a spot chosen at random low on Francis' stomach. "I never get to see you like this. All of you at once. Working yourself up that way. Would you do this again, tomorrow? Sitting by the fire all wrapped up, with your hand under your shirt thinking about my mouth?"