The pressure of Francis’ hand, his fingers, lets a sudden noise out from Raju’s throat, a pleading moan he hadn’t known was trapped in there until it escapes, and reflexively he tilts his hips to press more firmly against Francis’ touch, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Francis.” His voice is low and rough, and he has to hurriedly move one of his hands to the mattress beside Francis’ chest so he doesn’t end up leaning on Francis’ ribs. “It wouldn’t be agony if you weren’t…” He pauses for breath. “…touching me.”
He laughs breathlessly, head hanging, and clarifies, free hand cupping Francis’ cheek. “I wasn’t thinking about it. Was thinking about you.”
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Date: 2025-01-12 12:30 am (UTC)“Francis.” His voice is low and rough, and he has to hurriedly move one of his hands to the mattress beside Francis’ chest so he doesn’t end up leaning on Francis’ ribs. “It wouldn’t be agony if you weren’t…” He pauses for breath. “…touching me.”
He laughs breathlessly, head hanging, and clarifies, free hand cupping Francis’ cheek. “I wasn’t thinking about it. Was thinking about you.”