Raju lets out a hard, rough breath through parted lips, smiling. "Well, that's a relief," he mumbles, shivering under the brush of rough fingertips over his back and curling a leg over Francis, not caring what the gesture smears over Francis' stomach. He brushes his nose up the side of Francis' face as he talks. "Hate to think one of us was here for something else, after all this time," he goes on and lets his lips land in a gentle kiss next to Francis' eye, hand spread over his chest to touch as much as he can of him.
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Date: 2025-01-21 02:15 am (UTC)