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[goingtobeunwell]

[Open post for RP - games, one-off threads, etc.]

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Francis meets his eyes very deliberately and seeing that smirk pulling unevenly at his lips deepens Raju's smile. His hand wanders downward, settling at the soft skin between Francis' spine and his hip. "Then I'd like to taste you," he says casually, shifting to lean forward a little more, reaching around Francis to rinse the blade and then start on his other cheek. "Your chest first. Your nipples. Your stomach. I want to know what they taste like in my mouth. And I'd like to know how sensitive your nipples are."

His fingers move just a little, as if they're thinking about inching around to the front. They don't, but his hand poses itself, ready to. "Should I test that now do you think? Or should I wait?"

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He returns the question with a look that plainly says keep going, Ram, one day you’ll get yours.

Crozier can imagine those pearly teeth on his chest, his hands cupping his pecs like tits and his mouth making everything red and slightly swollen. Yes. Yes, he would like those things now, it would be excellent if they could just rip each other’s clothes off right now-

But he’s half-shaved, and this is a game, and he’s going to win. He merely raises his shoulders in a gentle, laissez faire shrug.

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Raju's smile splits his face and his hand has to pause its shaving for a moment as he ducks his head toward Francis' shoulder to laugh, quietly.

"Well, if you really don't care," he says, turning his attention back to Francis' face as he recovers, starting the next feather light motion of the blade in a line down Francis' cheek. "I suppose I shouldn't move my mouth lower then, either. I wasn't paying attention to your thighs before. The inside of your thighs, high up. I wonder if it's smooth or rough. If it would be easy or hard to mark you there. I should let my fingernails grow a little, I think, so I can find out."

With that he draws back just enough to wash the lather off the blade again. "Raise your head for me. Look up at the ceiling."

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Crozier loves making him laugh. It’s quickly becoming one of his favorite things in the world, seeing that wide smile on Rama’s face the seconds before he breaks into a great big guffaw or a small chuckle. It’s beautiful, every time it’s beautiful.

He lifts his chin towards the ceiling and holds his upper half still, his hand idly reaching out to brush across the front of Rama’s trousers. A purely coincidental touch, of course, just accidental and nothing more. He’s not responding to the fact that Rama’s is teasing him with thoughts of his hands and mouth exploring his inner thighs.

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Raju lets out a sharp breath, half amused at the coincidence of Francis' touch and half something else, and his smile lingers on his face as he eyes the underside of Francis' chin. He'd made the lather thick enough to coat the long stubble but not so thick he couldn't see which way it grew, so if he scrapes the blade that way...

For a moment he's silent, all his focus on his hand, on the soft slope of Francis' chin into his neck, the sound of the stubble cut under the blade and the feel of it, the careful balance between touching Francis' face and not. It'd be hard to really hurt Francis this way, at least by accident, but even a small cut would be unforgivable to this man, from Raju's hand.

"But I haven't decided if I want to yet," he murmurs, concentrating less on his words now. "Mark you, I mean. Or if I want to be gentle. Both, I think." He picks the blade up, repositions it to start another long, slow stroke. "But I can't do the two at once. Maybe it'd be slow, to start with."

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The slow grating noise of the razor clipping down his stubble makes the top of his head tingle. It's like butter being spread across a piece of toast, a soft scraping of a blade shaving his rough face smooth. He exhales quietly as Rama moves the blade carefully over his skin; it won't be long now before the beard and moustache is completely gone.

He hums softly in approval. Slow to start sounds nice. All gentleness first, then the roughness. He'd be fine either way, he's quickly come to realize -- he'd like Rama in all ways, new and wondrous as it all is.

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Raju hums back. "Slow, then," he says after a moment, craning his neck to try and see the other side of Francis' face, then changing his mind and shifting around to lean over Francis' other shoulder for the better view. The hand on Francis' back slides over toward his hip as Raju shifts his weight, and Raju's thumb moves back and forth over the skin there. "I'd like that. I think... I want to be good to you, Francis. Take care of you. Be sure that you're well. Then..."

He pauses to concentrate on the little details, the last bits. Jaw to neck, making certain every bit of it is smooth and clean. "Then we can see about the rest. I'll find out how many places I don't have to be careful with your skin. That's the one good thing about living in a place this cold, isn't it? You're already covering everything up."

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I want to be good to you, Francis. He believes him, dear god, he believes him. He's already so good to him, so sweet and tender and concerned in all things, but the thought that it could somehow be better-

His head swims. He wants to whimper. Maybe it's the touch too, that simple stroke of his thumb over the hint of bare skin there.

He hums again, wanting to be able to speak now. Hasn't he played this game well enough? Hasn't he been so terribly good and still throughout this whole endeavor? He tries to meet his eyes, tries get him to see that he agrees, but ends up going for that hand touch again. This time his hand brushes against Rama's, along his knuckles and down his thumb.

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Raju feels the touch against his hand and the razor pauses its movement, drawing back from Francis' jaw as Raju's expression softens. "Nearly finished now," he says, hand on Francis' hip turning to try and grasp Francis' reaching one at whatever angle the two can fit together. "Look straight ahead, bite both your lips in for me." That should pull the skin tight enough to make it easier to shave, and keep those lips out of the way.

"One of the worst sins of this damn beard," he goes on, feeling Francis' fingers in his, feeling Francis' skin in his care as he sets the blade lightly under Francis' mouth, "is the way it hides your lips. You never trimmed there, either." That's one pass with the blade done. "I've felt them, but I want to see. You have a wide mouth, I think. And I know your lower lip is thick enough to bite." And another pass, leaving the skin beneath it smooth and bare. "But what shape is the other one, exactly? I want to see all of it. I want to feel all of it."

He finishes the last pass underneath Francis' mouth and pauses, smiling a small, satisfied smile. "I'll just have to wait, of course. Still your upper lip to go."

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He does as instructed without thought, biting his lips to draw the skin taut for a smoother shave. This is new to him, being admired for his physical features - his lips, of all things. He can safely say he’s never given them a second thought.

Rama takes such great offense to his beard! And frankly, Crozier has been charmed by the one on Ram’s face, the peek of plump lips underneath the well-trimmed mustache and carefully-maintained beard. He can feel those lips just fine, though he has full faith that he’d look as gorgeous as he does now clean-shaven.

He hopes Ram won’t be disappointed by what he sees. He doesn’t think he will be, but the fear always lingers despite logic.

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The focus on Raju's face looks a little excited, now. His gaze is sharp, and his lips are pressed tightly together, with a smile pulling up at their edges. One pass on each side, a very careful few movements with the corner of the blade here in the middle, and then—

Raju slides off the bench, hand squeezing Francis' as he lets go of it so he can stand in front of him, taking the whole of the picture in at once. His eyes dart over Francis' face, creased up at their edges as his smile breaks out from its restraints. He presses his lips together again, but the pleasure and excitement's already escaped. He rinses the blade in the water, puts it aside, dips his hands in the pine-needle water to smooth it over Francis' face, washing the stray spots and lines of lather away, all without looking away for more than an instant at a time.

"There you are," he murmurs, hands settling onto Francis' cheeks, smooth under his palms. His thumbs trace the curve of that now-visible upper lip, starting at the middle and working out. The shock of the difference is lesser than it would have been if Raju hadn't been the one shaving him; it's a transformation, but Raju's been eased into it. He would have been this pleased either way. "You know, some men look exactly the same whether they've got a beard or not. Not you."

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Well! The words may be confusing - what does that mean, that he doesn’t look exactly the same - but the smile on his face and the touch to his naked upper lip is not. Ram seems fascinated, maybe even a little enchanted by what he sees.

“Am I really so different?” he wonders, same upper lip slightly curling into a slow smile. He leans his head to one side, into Rama’s palm, looking up at him in expectation of the answer.

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The pressure on his palm as Francis turns his head into it sinks into Raju's chest, and he feels the precious weight of Francis' trust against his sternum as he keeps looking, taking him in. "Mm. The beard changed the shape of your face. And here, you have cheeks—" he smiles as his free hand slides slowly over the soft plane of one, "and a chin," as his thumb traces the round curve at its top, then the slight cleft at its bottom. Then his gaze gives in to the pull back to Francis' mouth, the hand holding Francis' head starting its thumb moving back and forth from the newly-smooth cheek to the corner of his lips.

"And it's easier to see you smile now," Raju says warmly, satisfied. He gets to touch everything now, and see everything. He hadn't known how much he'd wanted that until now, realising that he had it.

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And he can’t help the brightness of that smile now, how light and expressive his face is as he gazes back into the sweet face of the man he loves.

“Is here anything that surprises you?” he asks, wanting Ram to keep caressing his face. If this is all they did together, a caress and a fond look, he would be content for the rest of the week. “Said cheek or lip?”

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Raju nods, smiling. "Cheek—" his fingers curl over one, more pitted than he'd been expecting and there's no way to say so out loud, none that would carry the warmth and pleasure that he feels seeing the life in Francis' skin out from the inside of him to Francis' ears, "lip—" he brushes fingertips over it again, the bow of it smooth and shapely amid the square solidity of his face, "chin—" his hand moves down over the soft jawline that the beard had, a little, shown and the small, prominent curve of chin that it hadn't, pausing his finger over the cleft there.

Then Raju breathes out an amused noise at himself. "Everything surprises me," he says, delighted, and curls his fingers over Francis' chin, his fingernails happily too short to do anything but play at marking the skin there.

"Look at that, would you." He notes it as his hand turns, curled fingers realising how that prominent chin makes a fine place to grasp, if someone should decide he wants to take hold of Francis' jaw and turn Francis' head for him. Raju demonstrates for himself, pushing just a little, trying to firmly tip Francis' chin up toward him.

"Perfect," he murmurs, smiling at his hand and then, self-satisfied, into Francis' eyes. "Surprises everywhere."

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Gears are turning in Ram’s head as he watches his own hand explore the face he’d carefully unmasked. It’s amusing in itself just seeing him make realizations about this and that, but his pleasure in Ram’s reaction is quickly replaced by a sharp lighting of desire as his chin is grabbed.

He tips his head back with a low growl in the back of his throat. “Look at that,” he says, clearly looking only at the man who has his full attention. “And what would you do with this?”

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The growl and tone of Francis' voice sets the pressure Raju'd felt in his chest uncurling out into the rest of him. He looks down at the dear face bared by his hand, turned by his hand to look up at him, at Francis not looking anywhere else. He'd kissed Francis before. It only fits that he should kiss him after.

Raju bends slowly, the one hand keeping loose hold on Francis' chin and the other sliding around to the back of his head, fingers sliding into his hair. "What else would I do?" he whispers, close enough that he can feel his breath against Francis' lips, and he bends just a little further and kisses him, lips moving slowly.

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He tastes electricity in the air in the moments before Ram touches his lips to his, a kind of ozone on the tongue before a bolt of lightning strikes the earth - or in a more familiar sense - the sea nearby. His hand immediately reaches for Ram’s hair, grabbing his hair in a possessive grip as he surges back against the kiss. Ram is soft and exploratory, but Crozier is hungry for him. He kisses like he hasn’t kissed him in weeks - as though he hasn’t kissed him ever - though he lets Rama keep control of how their lips move, how they fit together.

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Raju sucks in a surprised breath through his nose at the sudden pressure, the hand in his hair, and then an approving noise comes from some place deep back in his throat and he presses forward too, his own hand in Francis' hair tightening. It's an odd thing, the feeling; no one's really touched his hair for a very long time. No one before Francis. He'd washed it first, a long time ago, gently. And this now. It hadn't really occurred to Raju that someone else might grab his too, that his might be the hair in someone's hand while lips press hungrily against his, and it only seems right that he let Francis know the way he feels about it so he makes another noise, a hungry one, into Francis' mouth. There's something to it, kissing this way with Raju's grip still on Francis' chin, ready to loosen if Francis tries to draw away but firm, holding him here. Raju pauses the kiss long enough to bite at Francis' upper lip, laughing quietly as he lets his teeth slip off it and goes back to kissing Francis again.

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Oh, this was not a good idea. It’s one thing for Rama to talk about all these heavenly-sounding things he’d like to do to him, it’s another thing to have him biting his lip and holding his chin. He groans into his mouth, dizzy as he slides his tongue against his lips briefly.

He does have sense enough still to pull back, deciding it’s reward enough to get to see the expression on Ram’s face just moments after he’s been kissed.

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Raju looks just a little dazed and very satisfied, eyes half lidded, smile curling faintly at still-parted lips. Raju's hand stays curled in the air for a moment after Francis pulls away from it and it drifts down toward Francis' chest, then corrects itself and tugs the hair-covered sheet around Francis' shoulders a little higher. Raju straightens, his smile growing slowly. He doesn't want to let go of Francis yet; one hand settles against Francis' shoulder and the other drifts down onto his arm, feeling its shape.

"Does that answer all your questions? About what I think?"

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It is well worth it, Rama’s dreamy smile and long eyelashes melting him right into the chair. His own hand caresses down Ram’s neck and then over his chest as it slowly drops away from him.

“It does,” he murmurs, “very thorough.”

He idly touches his own bare face, laughing quietly to himself in amusement. He feels like a new man - a clean-shaven Francis Crozier, what a novel thing.

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There's a hot trail over his skin where Francis' hand had moved over and away from him. He watches that hand touching his newly smooth cheek and makes a soft, amused noise, both at his own reactions and at Francis, clearly not quite used to his own face either. His smile deepens, fond, around his eyes.

"I have my aftershave, too," he notes. He'd half-intended to mention that earlier but, well. Other things had come up. "I hadn't used it for some time before I got here, either, so there's enough left to last you a while if you like the smell." He leans to pull it out from his grooming kit. Sandalwood, cedar, a hint of some sharp spice — he hasn't smelled it in a while and realises, unscrewing its top and tipping it toward Francis, that he wouldn't mind it, Francis smelling like what a part of Raju's mind still says smells like him.

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Crozier's mind immediately zeros in on the same thought - he'd smell like Rama if he wore his aftershave. He'd be on his skin, wrapped up in his scent like a coat that clings to him for days. He leans forward and inhales the warm, woody scent; it says Rama through and through, heat and earth, familiar and exotic.

"I like it very much," he murmurs, excited at the idea of sharing something like this with him. It's Ram's from home, something personal and special to him, and he wants Crozier to wear it. It's a piece of civilization, a little bit of luxury, smelling like something other than just being clean.

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Raju tips the bottle over his own palm, looking pleased, sets the bottle down, and rubs his hands over one another in two long swipes. There's something about the way Francis had agreed, the quiet tone over the excited words. All this means as much to Francis as it does to Raju. Well, of course it does — but hearing it. Hearing it is wonderful. It's because he sounds happy.

Raju leans forward to smooth his hands over Francis' cheeks, fingertips first, into fingers, into his palms. His fingertips trace the hills and valleys around Francis' mouth and he smooths his hands over the whole landscape once more, taking the time to rub it in. Then he moves his hands across Francis' jaw, under his chin, over his neck, from the middle outward. It feels odd to have his hands spread over Francis' neck like this; the movements of his hands are very gentle.

"There," he murmurs, gaze moving up to Francis' face. "How do you feel?"