There's something about the rush of blood and raised adrenaline that makes things that wouldn't normally be appealing, like mixing bodily fluids or the rising heat between two people making everything slick with sweat, absolutely arousing. Crozier feels Ram tense underneath him, delightfully so, and holds him as closely as he can while he fucks him through his climax.
Rama is beautiful, peppering little kisses against skin and then his hand.
There's no way he'd ever last too much longer, not with the way he feels underneath him, not with how he's looking up at him like he's the only thing that exists in the world. Crozier eases himself down on top of him and cups Ram's face with his free hand, touching him tenderly as his own pace slows and becomes erratic and unbalanced. When he does spend it's with a lowered head pressed against Ram's shoulder, heavy breathing and a quiet groan as his body stills and then shudders.
He's still inside of him, joined with him. He can't think of anything else but him as his heart beat continues to race moments after he's spend himself.
Inside of himself Raju can feel… well, plenty of different things, some of which he’s never felt inside of him before. He can feel it between them too, wet where Raju had come against Francis’ stomach, smearing along with his sweat over his skin. And he can feel the weight of Francis’ head against his shoulder, the soft warmth of his breath against Raju’s skin. The hand that’d been clutching at his shoulder moves down to smooth over Francis’ hair once and then a second time, slow and lingering. The legs Raju’s wrapped around him lower slowly, their grip loosening, his heels sliding down Francis’ back and over his arse on their way to relaxing.
Raju’s wandering hand slides down the back of Francis’ neck, over his shoulder and his back. He pulls the hand linked with his in close to kiss the side of it again. His eyelids want to close and they’re trying, the relaxation all through him pulling at them too, but he wants another look at Francis’ face first. He’s been looking but he wants more of it. He had a hand in his and another cupping his face in the same moment, and has now the secure weight of a much loved body over his everywhere; he couldn’t have more of Francis than he does, but he wants more anyway. One more look at him. Raju’s expression is solemn and searching, and if Francis looks at him it will break into a soft, warm smile. Then Raju might let himself sleep.
When his head raises again, to laugh maybe in some sort of awe and disbelief, or to smile and kiss him again, he finds Rama already staring up at him. If he weren’t already so winded it would have knocked the breath right out him, the way that Ram looks at him now. Crozier cups his face again, thumb brushing over his jaw and cheek, eyes searching his and finding warmth and love.
He presses his lips to his softly, joining them one more time before they start the process of separating. The moment lingers as the kiss does, teeth grazing sweetly again Ram’s already plump lips. He sighs softly when he does pull away, already thinking of how he’s going to wrap himself around Rama as they sleep.
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There's something about the rush of blood and raised adrenaline that makes things that wouldn't normally be appealing, like mixing bodily fluids or the rising heat between two people making everything slick with sweat, absolutely arousing. Crozier feels Ram tense underneath him, delightfully so, and holds him as closely as he can while he fucks him through his climax.
Rama is beautiful, peppering little kisses against skin and then his hand.
There's no way he'd ever last too much longer, not with the way he feels underneath him, not with how he's looking up at him like he's the only thing that exists in the world. Crozier eases himself down on top of him and cups Ram's face with his free hand, touching him tenderly as his own pace slows and becomes erratic and unbalanced. When he does spend it's with a lowered head pressed against Ram's shoulder, heavy breathing and a quiet groan as his body stills and then shudders.
He's still inside of him, joined with him. He can't think of anything else but him as his heart beat continues to race moments after he's spend himself.
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Raju’s wandering hand slides down the back of Francis’ neck, over his shoulder and his back. He pulls the hand linked with his in close to kiss the side of it again. His eyelids want to close and they’re trying, the relaxation all through him pulling at them too, but he wants another look at Francis’ face first. He’s been looking but he wants more of it. He had a hand in his and another cupping his face in the same moment, and has now the secure weight of a much loved body over his everywhere; he couldn’t have more of Francis than he does, but he wants more anyway. One more look at him. Raju’s expression is solemn and searching, and if Francis looks at him it will break into a soft, warm smile. Then Raju might let himself sleep.
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When his head raises again, to laugh maybe in some sort of awe and disbelief, or to smile and kiss him again, he finds Rama already staring up at him. If he weren’t already so winded it would have knocked the breath right out him, the way that Ram looks at him now. Crozier cups his face again, thumb brushing over his jaw and cheek, eyes searching his and finding warmth and love.
He presses his lips to his softly, joining them one more time before they start the process of separating. The moment lingers as the kiss does, teeth grazing sweetly again Ram’s already plump lips. He sighs softly when he does pull away, already thinking of how he’s going to wrap himself around Rama as they sleep.