“Now who’s being a pain?” Raju grins, his shifting under Francis’ hand only not squirming because he’s doing it so slowly, contented not only by the warmth of the friction but the gesture itself, the way Francis really is trying to warm him up. It’s hard to even pretend to sound like he’s complaining, and the grin makes it into his voice too.
“Teasing that way,” he goes on, hand on Francis’ arse squeezing slowly, lazily. “Not even letting me get annoyed about it.”
“I never said you couldn’t be annoyed,” he murmurs, wriggling slightly as his arse is kneaded like a piece of dough. Affectionately, of course.
He sighs softly and reaches up to pull at the blanket and make a little hole for some fresh air. He attempts to face it away from Ram though - he won’t mind having to breathe second-hand air if it keeps him warm.
Crozier finds Ram’s forehead and presses a kiss to his hairline.
"No, but I'm too..." Then Francis presses a kiss to his hairline and it's-- not too much, not at all, but too much to talk and feel it at the same time. There are certain gestures which come packaged not just with love but with care, the promise of care, and even after so long of living with Francis, in moments, it's a promise that still feels new. Like water pouring onto dry, hard baked mud. He pushes out a long sigh, eyelids half-lowering, and looks at whatever part of Francis is closest for a second or two. Then he shifts, reaching blindly to tug his side of the blanket off the headboard and onto them, and presses his face somewhere next to Francis' neck.
"...'m too happy to be annoyed," Raju mumbles into the warmth of him, content to let it go at that, content only to lie here. Maybe that's why he's been sleeping so well since he's been living in this little cabin, since they've started spending nights this way: only lying here this way is enough. Like this, wrapped around a man who does those things, it doesn't matter to Raju at all whether or not he sleeps.
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“Teasing that way,” he goes on, hand on Francis’ arse squeezing slowly, lazily. “Not even letting me get annoyed about it.”
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“I never said you couldn’t be annoyed,” he murmurs, wriggling slightly as his arse is kneaded like a piece of dough. Affectionately, of course.
He sighs softly and reaches up to pull at the blanket and make a little hole for some fresh air. He attempts to face it away from Ram though - he won’t mind having to breathe second-hand air if it keeps him warm.
Crozier finds Ram’s forehead and presses a kiss to his hairline.
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"...'m too happy to be annoyed," Raju mumbles into the warmth of him, content to let it go at that, content only to lie here. Maybe that's why he's been sleeping so well since he's been living in this little cabin, since they've started spending nights this way: only lying here this way is enough. Like this, wrapped around a man who does those things, it doesn't matter to Raju at all whether or not he sleeps.