Raju feels tired and wonderful; his laugh is light and easy with a hint of that earlier giggle still in it and he runs a hand down Francis' back, kisses at his ear and then at the back of his head, the closest to Francis' neck that he can reach without moving either of them too much.
"Well, why don't you order me, then?" he grins, and his voice drops briefly into a very relaxed, very terrible approximation of Francis' accent: "'Rama, I order you to kiss me properly,' and then you don't move, and I have to keep trying while I figure it out."
“Christ,” he mutters, voice very much muffled by the coat still, “is that what I sound like to you?”
He lets out a very long-suffering sigh and shifts slightly, arms finding their way around Rama’s thin waist for a comfortable hold. “Rama,” he says, trying for Deep and Serious. “I order you to kiss me properly.”
Raju laughs again, warm and fond and pleased with everything. He bites at the inside of his lip, thinking. There isn't too much that he can do without moving, but maybe if he does move Francis will grumble about it, which wouldn't be a bad thing at all. So. There's Francis' face against his shoulder and neck, inaccessible; but there's skin visible at the back of his neck and it's tempting and Raju gives in to it, moving not his head but his hand, wiggling the tips of his fingers in a line up Francis' neck and over his jaw, and then Raju begins pinching gently at his cheek right at the border where Francis' skin meets his.
"But your lips are so far away," he grins. "You won't move even a little for me?"
Well! He should have expected Rama to play a little dirty! But he is a man with 12 siblings, after all, so a few pinches and tickles aren’t going to make him relent just yet. Even if he does want that kiss.
“No, not even a little,” he tells him, hugging him a little more tightly to his body. “Figure out a different way, Ram.”
Raju's grin grows and he wiggles his body, a little to try and loosen Francis' hold on him, but mostly just to feel him. He takes another moment, weighing up his other angles of attack, then tugs the back of Francis' collar down, pressing his lips to the newly exposed skin. Then his lips move up, pressing kisses in a trail that tries to follow the path his fingertips traced a moment ago, at least as far of the angles of their necks allow.
While he does it his other hand moves down, under Francis' shirt and up it, fingertips brushing gently over his stomach and side. "Are you sure?" he asks, between kisses. "'A different way' could mean anything. You might not like it."
He's not terribly mad about the kisses to his neck or the way Rama's fingers seem to be creeping along underneath his shirt. "Or I might adore it," he counters, because so far he likes this method, whatever that is. "Either way you should just bloody do it."
His head turns, but only a little, giving himself a little more room to take a proper breath. "Instead of just threatening it."
Raju chuckles. Without any more fanfare the hand ghosting over Francis’ side starts pinching at it here and there over his skin while his other hand spreads over Francis’ other side in anticipation of Francis trying to move away. He’d been half-planning to stop kissing Francis’ neck as he did it but the best plans make plenty of room for improvisation, and kissing whatever parts of Francis that he can reach feels like the best idea just now.
He should have assumed that the pinching was going to continue, possibly ramped up to an annoying and intolerable degree. Somewhere around the fourth or fifth pinch Crozier starts to writhe in a way that’s clearly searching for a way to get away from the assault.
But he’s also laughing, wheezing slightly with each pinch to his skin, hand twisting in Ram’s bright red coat to keep himself from jolting straight up. He’s resisting in the best way he knows how, by pretending it isn’t that intolerable.
Raju's laughing too, grinning too widely to kiss anything while he does it. It's the first time he's heard Francis' breath wheezing since his injury when it'd meant something entirely different but the glow of the moment keeps the association at a bizarre arm's length; Francis' laugh tended to have that quality even before, and Francis is happy now and Raju is too, a light, easy, playful sort of happiness with the warmth of their lovemaking lingering in his limbs and Francis' fine, strong body writhing under Raju's hand.
He manages his grin long enough to plant a fond kiss near the side of Francis' head and keeps pinching, never focusing on one area for long so there won't be any one direction for Francis to try and escape to. "So?" he asks, laughter lingering somewhere behind his voice. "Do you adore it, then? Should I keep going?"
He ends the question with a pinch that's got a little twist at the end of it, fingers tugging themselves off his skin in a sharp, pointed way. There's an easy way out here, unless Francis really is enjoying himself.
With the little twist at the end of the pinch the onslaught finally becomes intolerable enough to acknowledge it. He yelps against his shoulder and pulls his head up, "mercy!"
He laughs, bright and unrestricted and trying to wiggle his way out of his grasp now. "Mercy, mercy! No more!"
He can see that maybe if they were getting started with things rather than right at the end how he might want Rama to keep pinching him - there could be certain feelings that go along with a bit of friendly pinching - but right now he needs him to stop so he can kiss him properly.
Raju laughs along with him again, enjoying the sound and the feeling of Francis wiggling against him trying to escape, and enjoying granting that mercy, too, setting his hand to rubbing gentle circles over the spots he'd been pinching before.
"I did warn you," he says, voice deep with satisfaction, and ducks his head to press a firm kiss to Francis' lips. The pressure of his lips, the feeling of him there, and under Raju's hands, and their legs tangled together, the lingering glow from Francis' laughter — it's perfect. Everything about the moment is perfect. His gently circling hand slows, distracted, and Raju slows the kiss, savouring it.
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"Well, why don't you order me, then?" he grins, and his voice drops briefly into a very relaxed, very terrible approximation of Francis' accent: "'Rama, I order you to kiss me properly,' and then you don't move, and I have to keep trying while I figure it out."
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“Christ,” he mutters, voice very much muffled by the coat still, “is that what I sound like to you?”
He lets out a very long-suffering sigh and shifts slightly, arms finding their way around Rama’s thin waist for a comfortable hold. “Rama,” he says, trying for Deep and Serious. “I order you to kiss me properly.”
Good luck, he’s not going to make it easy.
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"But your lips are so far away," he grins. "You won't move even a little for me?"
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Well! He should have expected Rama to play a little dirty! But he is a man with 12 siblings, after all, so a few pinches and tickles aren’t going to make him relent just yet. Even if he does want that kiss.
“No, not even a little,” he tells him, hugging him a little more tightly to his body. “Figure out a different way, Ram.”
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While he does it his other hand moves down, under Francis' shirt and up it, fingertips brushing gently over his stomach and side. "Are you sure?" he asks, between kisses. "'A different way' could mean anything. You might not like it."
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He's not terribly mad about the kisses to his neck or the way Rama's fingers seem to be creeping along underneath his shirt. "Or I might adore it," he counters, because so far he likes this method, whatever that is. "Either way you should just bloody do it."
His head turns, but only a little, giving himself a little more room to take a proper breath. "Instead of just threatening it."
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He should have assumed that the pinching was going to continue, possibly ramped up to an annoying and intolerable degree. Somewhere around the fourth or fifth pinch Crozier starts to writhe in a way that’s clearly searching for a way to get away from the assault.
But he’s also laughing, wheezing slightly with each pinch to his skin, hand twisting in Ram’s bright red coat to keep himself from jolting straight up. He’s resisting in the best way he knows how, by pretending it isn’t that intolerable.
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He manages his grin long enough to plant a fond kiss near the side of Francis' head and keeps pinching, never focusing on one area for long so there won't be any one direction for Francis to try and escape to. "So?" he asks, laughter lingering somewhere behind his voice. "Do you adore it, then? Should I keep going?"
He ends the question with a pinch that's got a little twist at the end of it, fingers tugging themselves off his skin in a sharp, pointed way. There's an easy way out here, unless Francis really is enjoying himself.
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With the little twist at the end of the pinch the onslaught finally becomes intolerable enough to acknowledge it. He yelps against his shoulder and pulls his head up, "mercy!"
He laughs, bright and unrestricted and trying to wiggle his way out of his grasp now. "Mercy, mercy! No more!"
He can see that maybe if they were getting started with things rather than right at the end how he might want Rama to keep pinching him - there could be certain feelings that go along with a bit of friendly pinching - but right now he needs him to stop so he can kiss him properly.
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"I did warn you," he says, voice deep with satisfaction, and ducks his head to press a firm kiss to Francis' lips. The pressure of his lips, the feeling of him there, and under Raju's hands, and their legs tangled together, the lingering glow from Francis' laughter — it's perfect. Everything about the moment is perfect. His gently circling hand slows, distracted, and Raju slows the kiss, savouring it.