Raju squirms as Francis flicks his nipple, nearly laughing again, trying to focus on what Francis is saying. Francis thinks, and he decides, and Raju grins, wicked and pleased, and lowers himself nearly-onto Francis for a passionate kiss. "Then put your hand around us," he breathes into Francis' mouth, tilting his hips and feeling their cocks sliding together. "I'll help in a moment." While he says it Raju shifts his weight onto one hand; as Francis' hand moves Raju intends to give a gentle -- as these things go -- sudden twist to Francis' nipple, wanting the sensation to take Francis by surprise. Then he'll reach out for the oil they keep near the bed and wrap his free hand around Francis', helping him work the both of them over.
Crozier wraps a trusting arm around him and yelps loudly as his poor abused nipple gets another tweak by Ram’s strong hand. Cheeky bastard. He forgives him though as Ram takes the two of them in his palm, making them good and slick as he presses them both together, equally hot and aching. He hisses through his teeth and bends a leg to press his weight down through the sole of his foot.
Raju laughs and rolls his hips, moving his cock against Francis', breathing in hard and pressing a messy kiss to Francis' cheek, his jaw, his neck. "I want you," he gasps, "just this way. Feeling every inch of you under every inch of me. I've missed your waist, your stomach, your chest, your hips. I feel all of it." He rolls his hips again, this time letting the rest of his body writhe a little, too. "Just like this. What do you feel, Francis?"
He feels too much all at once, is what he feels. Heat and pressure and weight, skin against skin, firm muscles and strong hand and Rama’s indulgent lips, his expanding chest with each breath, the vibrations of the laughter against his own body - he feels it all at once, and his head spins slightly before he’s grounded by the attention to more sensitive areas. He grips his shoulder, trimmed nails digging into Ram’s skin as he bucks his hips back up into his hand.
“I feel like you might be trying to kill me,” he exhales, trying for dry and collected but quickly following it up with a shiver. “Chrissakes…I feel…how does your mind keep working when you feel this good? I can barely breathe, let alone talk!”
Raju makes a low, pleased noise, brushing his nose over Francis' skin and then resting his lips there against his neck, panting openmouthed. "But you're still talking," he breathes, slowing the movement of his hand as it reaches the tip of Francis' cock so he can swirl his thumb around it. "That's how. As long as you can still think..."
He pauses to pant, close enough to feel Francis' neck and jaw against his eyelashes when he blinks, close enough to smell his skin. His hips move again, without asking the rest of him. "...then I know I can do better."
"This is a involuntary action," he groans softly, finding the back of Ram's head and stroking his hair. "Like breathing...like..."
Like the hiccups, which he hasn't had in some time. He bites back a soft laugh and raises his hips again, encouraging more from Rama's hand. "Hiccups. Like hiccuping. I'm not sparing a single thought for anything but your hand on me."
At the hand over his hair Raju shudders, his own hand pausing. After a moment his head drops the inch separating it from Francis' skin. "Me too," he whispers, opens his mouth to say-- Well. There's always been something powerful to it, the sensation of it, a hand moving gentle over his hair, and matching that comfort and particular kind of powerful want to this kind is strange. He can't think of how to say so outside I like it. But of course he likes it.
So he only makes a wordless noise, a cross between a brief, happy moan and a hum and starts moving his hand again, just a little tighter and faster than before. He finds himself breathing harder, chest pressing against Francis' with each breath, and pleasure and need building in him needs some place to go, and without thinking about it he takes a little of Francis' skin between his teeth.
In addition to his hand his thoughts are flooded with the sensation of Rama’s body pressed against his and his teeth on his skin. He tightens his hand in his hair briefly, encouragingly, hissing under his breath as everything starts to build like an orchestra leading to a crescendo.
“More,” he finds himself saying. “More, Ram, please…”
He can’t be certain what he wants ‘more’ of - the biting or the hand on him or the heavy breathing in his ear, but it’s all so wonderful his head is absolutely swimming.
The hard, shaking breaths he's taking sound loud against Francis' skin and the skin against his feels warm, fever-hot -- or maybe that's him. Or maybe it doesn't matter. Francis pleads for more and Raju's hand tightens and he rocks his hips once, then again more quickly, and then his body's curling up against Francis', free hand clenching desperately at Francis' shoulder, fingertips pressing hard into the muscle there. Raju's orgasm starts in heavy, rasping breaths but ends in a long low moan and then the tension and motion drains out from him, his grip over them softening as his cock does. He relaxes against Francis' body, realising his teeth had clenched around Francis' skin and letting go, pressing a series of slow kisses to the spot.
The kisses shift location a little as his body does; he's trying to slide to one side so all his weight won't be resting directly on Francis. He can keep going if Francis needs him to, but it isn't an option just now to keep holding himself up.
Crozier learns another new thing about himself as Ram bites into his skin - a little pain mixed with pleasure, or in this very specific case, Ram losing control and inadvertently sinking his teeth into him like a predator catching its prey, travels straight down to his cock and overwhelms the circuits in his brain. He gasps and lets out another one of those lose cries, that desperate sort of keening that came on from being played with like a beloved toy, then another as he feels Ram’s heat burn into him.
Just listening to him would have been enough. God knows how much he loves hearing Rama’s breath go shaky as he loses himself, but his hand continues too and Crozier twists and grasps until his hand finds Ram’s shoulder and he can anchor himself through his own release. It comes on fast and hard, and he’s only partially aware as the waves settle that the body above him has now sunk to one side.
Raju lies there, breathing. His thighs feel wet; he wants to clean it, but doesn't want to move away, so that's going to have to wait. The hand that'd been around their cocks drifts upward, over Francis' bare hip, up his side, down his chest and around his stomach, over his hips again. "I love that noise," he says, more breath than speech, and heaves himself up just a little so he can kiss up Francis' neck. "You sounded wonderful," Raju says, and kisses his jaw. "Beautiful," he adds, kissing the side of Francis' face.
He smiles lopsidedly, leaning into the kisses like a cat soaking up the sunlight. Rama loves his noises. It’s still a little hard to believe, but getting easier and easier to hear with each iteration. “I think…” he murmurs, fingers brushing down Ram’s back, “that I may love you.”
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.
Crozier isn't thinking about cleaning mess or fetching clothes or anything that involves moving from this spot. His brain is still firmly in that post-climax haze, the gentle caressing and sweet kisses good but not quite enough to sate his cravings for him. He turns and takes Rama's chin into his hand, thumb brushing over his beard before he drags him down for slow kiss.
"I know you were worried," he teases, pulling back to suck on his lower lip indulgently.
"No." It's barely a word, moving slow and quiet out from his lips as they move back from kissing again. His eyelids are half closed and he studies Francis' eyes for a moment, then his hand slides over to the place on Francis' chest where Raju can feel the slow beat there against his palm. "I don't worry about that. I know your heart."
Somehow hearing the sentiment back at him is a surprise; he feels something like shock running through him and then warmth immediately on its heels, filling all the spaces up that the shock had left behind. There's something about having that. The love is part of it, Francis' love for him. The knowing is a part of it too and it means more hearing it this way, the both of those parts together, with Francis' heart beating under Raju's palm and the warm, callused press of Francis' hand over his.
The only thing Raju can do with the feeling is move in to kiss Francis again. He's too relaxed for the kind of passion he'd pressed against Francis' lips before but the kiss is insistent anyway, and the moment he breaks it Raju leans his forehead against the side of Francis' and lets out a breath through parted lips. "Thank you," he breathes, his free arm sliding under Francis' neck, around his shoulders. If he was asked, he wouldn't be able to answer exactly what he's thanking Francis for; he thinks Francis would understand it, all the same.
He accepts the thanks even if his initial instinct is to hush him, because he does know him. He knows it's more than reassurance - it's release. None of the hurt from before is here with him now, none of the feelings of isolation and betrayal exist in the small space between them. He nuzzles his head against his and licks his lips absently, still tasting Ram on his tongue.
They really should tidy themselves up. He can give Rama another gift now though, and turns to extract himself from the embrace. "Stay there," he murmurs, slipping out from their tent to fetch what they need. His legs shake slightly as he walks to the lavatory and back; Jesus, what a time they've had.
The whining, protesting noise out of Raju as Francis slips out from their little shelter is brief but he means it, even if it hadn’t come out of him on purpose. Raju had meant to be the one to take care of him— but the air that’s let in as Francis leaves raises goose pimples over his skin again and he curls up even as he moves to the edge of the bed to wait for Francis to come back. If Francis is already out, and Francis is more suited to the cold than Raju anyway—
“You took too long,” Raju complains, reaching out once he sees a flash of thigh outside the blanket and wrapping a hand around it. Has it only been a moment? Yes. That doesn’t matter. “Come back in and warm me up.”
To be fair the hand that goes for his leg is a little chilled, but Crozier has a sacred duty to tease the hell out of the man he loves. “My delicate flower,” he smirks, crawling back under the blanket quickly to hand him the flannel. “Did you wilt while I was away?”
Raju gives that the kind of dismissive, derisive noise it deserves, grabbing the hand holding the flannel along with the flannel itself and tugging at both, trying to pull Francis at least halfway on top of him. "It is cold. And you're the one who took my clothes off. Your responsibility now."
“Mn.” They’re the right words, even if said in jest - Ram is his responsibility. He needs to care for him, even when he’s being a brat.
He slides a leg over Ram’s and guides the flannel, and additionally Ram’s own hand, down to clean him of their shared mess, thorough but still quick as a sort of mercy. When finished the flannel gets tossed onto the floor, a problem for tomorrow, and Crozier reaches up and gives one of Rama’s nipples a good tweak.
“You’re a pain in the arse,” he says fondly, finally moving to wrap his limbs around him.
Cleaning him off gets a small noise out of Raju, half appreciation and half complaint, allowed out of him easily and without thought regardless of how quick Francis manages to be. Then Francis tweaks his nipple and the half-complaint turns into a full one, louder, as Raju startles, curling up a little.
"What have I done?" he laughs, pulling at Francis arms to urge them around him more quickly. "I haven't done a thing to your arse!"
Crozier gets both arms around Rama, his hand around his waist and the other arm slid under his neck to hold around his shoulder. One leg gets folded over Ram, and then his body leans slightly so that some of his weight is pressing down on him.
“That’s right, you haven’t yet,” he chuckles, low and against Rama’s hair. “There now, are you warm?”
“Mmm.” Raju lets out a long breath against Francis, settling himself against the warm, solid expanse of him. They’ve slept in all kinds of positions by now and Raju’s preference changes with his mood, but right now this is just the thing.
“I will be,” Raju answers, body and breathing relaxed while one hand reaches around to the leg folded over him and follows it up to the soft swell of muscle and fat above the thigh. “Now, what was that about your arse, Francis? ‘Yet’, you said?”
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Crozier wraps a trusting arm around him and yelps loudly as his poor abused nipple gets another tweak by Ram’s strong hand. Cheeky bastard. He forgives him though as Ram takes the two of them in his palm, making them good and slick as he presses them both together, equally hot and aching. He hisses through his teeth and bends a leg to press his weight down through the sole of his foot.
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He feels too much all at once, is what he feels. Heat and pressure and weight, skin against skin, firm muscles and strong hand and Rama’s indulgent lips, his expanding chest with each breath, the vibrations of the laughter against his own body - he feels it all at once, and his head spins slightly before he’s grounded by the attention to more sensitive areas. He grips his shoulder, trimmed nails digging into Ram’s skin as he bucks his hips back up into his hand.
“I feel like you might be trying to kill me,” he exhales, trying for dry and collected but quickly following it up with a shiver. “Chrissakes…I feel…how does your mind keep working when you feel this good? I can barely breathe, let alone talk!”
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He pauses to pant, close enough to feel Francis' neck and jaw against his eyelashes when he blinks, close enough to smell his skin. His hips move again, without asking the rest of him. "...then I know I can do better."
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"This is a involuntary action," he groans softly, finding the back of Ram's head and stroking his hair. "Like breathing...like..."
Like the hiccups, which he hasn't had in some time. He bites back a soft laugh and raises his hips again, encouraging more from Rama's hand. "Hiccups. Like hiccuping. I'm not sparing a single thought for anything but your hand on me."
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So he only makes a wordless noise, a cross between a brief, happy moan and a hum and starts moving his hand again, just a little tighter and faster than before. He finds himself breathing harder, chest pressing against Francis' with each breath, and pleasure and need building in him needs some place to go, and without thinking about it he takes a little of Francis' skin between his teeth.
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In addition to his hand his thoughts are flooded with the sensation of Rama’s body pressed against his and his teeth on his skin. He tightens his hand in his hair briefly, encouragingly, hissing under his breath as everything starts to build like an orchestra leading to a crescendo.
“More,” he finds himself saying. “More, Ram, please…”
He can’t be certain what he wants ‘more’ of - the biting or the hand on him or the heavy breathing in his ear, but it’s all so wonderful his head is absolutely swimming.
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The kisses shift location a little as his body does; he's trying to slide to one side so all his weight won't be resting directly on Francis. He can keep going if Francis needs him to, but it isn't an option just now to keep holding himself up.
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Crozier learns another new thing about himself as Ram bites into his skin - a little pain mixed with pleasure, or in this very specific case, Ram losing control and inadvertently sinking his teeth into him like a predator catching its prey, travels straight down to his cock and overwhelms the circuits in his brain. He gasps and lets out another one of those lose cries, that desperate sort of keening that came on from being played with like a beloved toy, then another as he feels Ram’s heat burn into him.
Just listening to him would have been enough. God knows how much he loves hearing Rama’s breath go shaky as he loses himself, but his hand continues too and Crozier twists and grasps until his hand finds Ram’s shoulder and he can anchor himself through his own release. It comes on fast and hard, and he’s only partially aware as the waves settle that the body above him has now sunk to one side.
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He smiles lopsidedly, leaning into the kisses like a cat soaking up the sunlight. Rama loves his noises. It’s still a little hard to believe, but getting easier and easier to hear with each iteration. “I think…” he murmurs, fingers brushing down Ram’s back, “that I may love you.”
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Crozier isn't thinking about cleaning mess or fetching clothes or anything that involves moving from this spot. His brain is still firmly in that post-climax haze, the gentle caressing and sweet kisses good but not quite enough to sate his cravings for him. He turns and takes Rama's chin into his hand, thumb brushing over his beard before he drags him down for slow kiss.
"I know you were worried," he teases, pulling back to suck on his lower lip indulgently.
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“Meeting my japes with sincerity,” he sighs, cupping Ram’s hand. “I know you know my heart. I know yours.”
It’s important for Ram to hear that now. He doesn’t doubt that he adores him - that rocky month is behind him, even if it still lingers in Ram’s mind.
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The only thing Raju can do with the feeling is move in to kiss Francis again. He's too relaxed for the kind of passion he'd pressed against Francis' lips before but the kiss is insistent anyway, and the moment he breaks it Raju leans his forehead against the side of Francis' and lets out a breath through parted lips. "Thank you," he breathes, his free arm sliding under Francis' neck, around his shoulders. If he was asked, he wouldn't be able to answer exactly what he's thanking Francis for; he thinks Francis would understand it, all the same.
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He accepts the thanks even if his initial instinct is to hush him, because he does know him. He knows it's more than reassurance - it's release. None of the hurt from before is here with him now, none of the feelings of isolation and betrayal exist in the small space between them. He nuzzles his head against his and licks his lips absently, still tasting Ram on his tongue.
They really should tidy themselves up. He can give Rama another gift now though, and turns to extract himself from the embrace. "Stay there," he murmurs, slipping out from their tent to fetch what they need. His legs shake slightly as he walks to the lavatory and back; Jesus, what a time they've had.
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“You took too long,” Raju complains, reaching out once he sees a flash of thigh outside the blanket and wrapping a hand around it. Has it only been a moment? Yes. That doesn’t matter. “Come back in and warm me up.”
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To be fair the hand that goes for his leg is a little chilled, but Crozier has a sacred duty to tease the hell out of the man he loves. “My delicate flower,” he smirks, crawling back under the blanket quickly to hand him the flannel. “Did you wilt while I was away?”
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“Mn.” They’re the right words, even if said in jest - Ram is his responsibility. He needs to care for him, even when he’s being a brat.
He slides a leg over Ram’s and guides the flannel, and additionally Ram’s own hand, down to clean him of their shared mess, thorough but still quick as a sort of mercy. When finished the flannel gets tossed onto the floor, a problem for tomorrow, and Crozier reaches up and gives one of Rama’s nipples a good tweak.
“You’re a pain in the arse,” he says fondly, finally moving to wrap his limbs around him.
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"What have I done?" he laughs, pulling at Francis arms to urge them around him more quickly. "I haven't done a thing to your arse!"
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Crozier gets both arms around Rama, his hand around his waist and the other arm slid under his neck to hold around his shoulder. One leg gets folded over Ram, and then his body leans slightly so that some of his weight is pressing down on him.
“That’s right, you haven’t yet,” he chuckles, low and against Rama’s hair. “There now, are you warm?”
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“I will be,” Raju answers, body and breathing relaxed while one hand reaches around to the leg folded over him and follows it up to the soft swell of muscle and fat above the thigh. “Now, what was that about your arse, Francis? ‘Yet’, you said?”
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