He's pressed back as Francis surges into the kiss and Raju can feel the weight of him unfamiliar and solid, trapping Raju securely exactly where he is. He can feel Francis' heart beating hard too, that's how close they are. How close they finally are. Francis' fingers link with his and then they press down, even more that's keeping him in place, and Raju lets out a laugh against Francis' lips that he'd expected to sound amused but comes out sounding giddy instead, excited and unsteady. Being held down this way is something Raju's only expected to feel in a fight, something to push against and win— but he doesn't have to win, here. Here the force holding him in place is Francis, who stays with him even when he shouldn't, who'd washed his hair and his hands and tended to his feet before they'd made their commitments to one another at all, at least out loud. Francis who's steadfast and intelligent and kind. If there's anyone with whom he can stop pushing trust to lead him it's this man and the thought is... well, it's a relief, an enormous relief but it's something else too, something washing through all his limbs at once.
Still. There's no reason to make things too easy on him.
The hand Raju's got on Francis' collar starts to creep up toward the back of Francis' neck, elbow out and the bend of his arm open enough that an arm on its own could slip itself through and push Raju's down to the blanket without any hand involved at all. Not making it too easy, but not making it too hard.
"And the other hand?" he grins against Francis' lips, hand continuing its slow journey toward holding Francis down somewhere. "What are you going to do about that?"
Crozier bites at the grin, pulling back with an audible little smack as he sucks Ram’s lower lip red. “The cheek,” he says, very quickly following the silent lead and pushing his handless arm through to pin that other hand down to the floor.
He can’t imagine Rama’s ever let someone do this to him, but he can’t allow himself to think about it because ultimately his thoughts would drift to his fiancé. She doesn’t need to be in this bed with them tonight, not when he finally has Ram in a place to kiss and touch and hold as he pleases. He thinks of their first kiss and then before that, those moments of gentle, supportive, friendly touches between them, how he would crave more without even realizing it was what he wanted.
Crozier pushes his weight down onto Ram’s arms and kisses him again, leg sliding over his in a slow conquest of him. He wouldn’t be successful at all if Ram didn’t allow for it, if he didn’t also want this just as badly.
Francis' body is all on him now, and his arms are pinning Raju's arms, and his fingers are interlocked with Raju's fingers. He can feel Francis' chest against his, and his stomach against his, and his leg sliding up, and up. He feels covered, held, with Francis in a way he never has before. That reaching need to touch inside him that never quite goes quiet is muffled behind the weight. His chest heaves, pressing firmly against Francis' with each hard indrawn breath. His fingers curl tighter against Francis' and his arm twitches, pressing just a little against Francis' arm, and then just a little bit again. Just enough not to push it anywhere. But when he presses down against the floor it's with force, enough to push his lips more firmly into Francis', to push his body more firmly against Francis' weight. The leg that lifts and tries to curl around Francis' leg, or around the back of his knee, or anything that it can bend to reach is automatic, a half-formed impulse from the part of him that still thinks this is a fight coming out unformed and clumsy, or a need to be even closer however he can, or maybe it's both of those things. He doesn't know, he isn't thinking about it. He's too busy feeling.
It’s so worth all that waiting and patience, it’s so good, so indulgent to actually kiss and touch without worry. Ram’s body lifts and Crozier bears down, the two of them acting in tandem to just get that much closer, to be that near, to tangle themselves together physically to match all the ways they’ve already been entwined.
Crozier quietly gasps for breath between kisses, eagerly diving back in for more and more each time. With his face now clean-shaven he can really feel the brush of Rama’s beard and mustache against his skin, one of the small (or not-so-small) reminders that he’s fallen in love with and is deeply attracted to a man. Said man feels so strong and sturdy underneath him, it’s entirely new and strange and intoxicating.
The leg around Francis' manages to reach what might be the backs of Francis' knees, or his thighs, and Raju pulls that part of Francis toward him even as Francis is pressing himself against Raju, as Raju is pushing up against that wonderful weight pressing on him everywhere. There's something almost tranquil about it, being held down that way by this man, like a heavy blanket thrown over his thoughts that makes even the sudden hunger he's feeling into something that feels slow, and the movement of his hips grinding up against Francis' is slow. Raju takes a sharp breath in through his nose at the sensation, not breaking the kiss, and groans his need into Francis' mouth, the hand under Francis' arm curling its fingers as if wanting to grip something.
Crozier swallows the groan and responds with a quiet hum in the back of his throat. He’s not thinking about anything more but kissing and holding him at the moment, though the effect this is having on him is undeniable. Ram’s mouth is hot against his, his body silently asking for more as it tries to bring them together. He doesn’t know how much is voluntary either, that gentle bucking of his hips pushing back against his and making the fire in his belly burn even brighter.
He pulls his head back, partially to catch his breath, but mostly to bring his mouth down to the elegant slope of Rama’s neck. As much as he wants to keep kissing him - and he absolutely will - he wants to hear those groans more clearly.
There are lips on his throat and Raju lets out a surprised breath, looking openmouthed up at the ceiling. Every little touch, every gesture, feels like something new laying like this, with a man like Francis above him. He pants out a couple heavy breaths and then the need starts to creep into them too, each breath with a hint at a moan trailing it as he feels the lips against his skin pressing over his throat, feels the pressure and the weight but not the friction, so much and not enough and not allowed to reach for it, held the way he is. His head thunks back against the blanket and he laughs breathlessly.
"This is all you're here for?" he complains, his tone strained and delighted and impatient and in love. "Teasing me? This is what you've been dreaming about doing, all this time?"
Each hitch in Ram’s throat, every strangled moan and laugh, fuels his growing desire to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss. But it’s nice to hear a little desperation, a little impatience, because he sure as hell has been wallowing for the past few weeks.
“I don’t think that’s an actual complaint,” he mutters, nipping the more delicate skin in the hollow of his throat. “I’m not teasing, I’m savoring.”
But he has been dreaming of ravishing him completely, getting his lips on that beautiful brown skin of his and kissing every single inch. He thinks back on their trip to the hot springs, his sculpted chest dripping wet, the way his body had looked on the floor while he touched himself - temptation incarnate.
Savouring. Raju's head lifts to look— or try to look. With Francis' teeth where they are the view is mostly the back of his head, and Raju drops his head back again with what might be a sigh. And might not be. Raju isn't sure, suddenly, is wondering how long it'd been, even before he'd left those years ago, since he'd thought to savour anything like this at all. It seems— indulgent, somehow, the idea of Francis taking his time on purpose, only for this. As if the rest of it isn't indulgent already, but—
There's just something about taking time, as much to simply do it as to move them closer to anything, simply to enjoy it for its own sake, that hits Raju strangely. He still isn't sure just why.
His hips writhe again, not with his leg pulling them harder against Francis' this time but only moving, helplessly. He feels his lips still stinging from their kissing, and the weight of Francis over his chest and his stomach and his arms, and he feels Francis' mouth against his neck.
Admittedly, this isn't the best moment to try to think much of anything through.
"Savouring," he rasps, echoing Francis as he tries to put all of this into words he can use to direct Francis with.
"You... like this part?" is what comes to him, a little faintly between heavy breaths. "Just this?"
"Savoring," he repeats against his skin. Ram sounds surprised. Maybe it's the fact that they both men that confuses him, that one man would want to savor and cherish another man. "I love all parts."
He sucks and worries at a spot on his neck, a little sorry that Ram will never get to show it off to others, before finally giving Rama a reprieve. He pulls his hand and arm back and leans over him, plucking at his shirt collar idly. He'd like this all a lot better if Ram was wearing less clothes...
"It's been a while since I've been able to take my time and enjoy myself. Why wouldn't I savor you?" Look at him. He smiles softly as his hand travels down the front of his shirts, then slips underneath the hem and disappears.
The loss of the pressure holding his arms down is a shock and he watches Francis a little dazedly in the wake of it, feeling the ghosts of the sensations where Francis has just moved away. He blinks to try and focus, still breathing heavily through his mouth, as he watches Francis' hand moving down Raju's buttons, then disappearing underneath them. Francis' skin is against his skin; his next breath in shudders. His fingers twitch, but his arms stay where they are; one arm twitches, as if about to rise, and then doesn't. It seems wrong to move them, still. Or maybe he only doesn't want to, to keep feeling the echoes of Francis' weight holding them there.
"Going to savour me under there too?" Raju breathes, chest heaving as he watches Francis, feels him there.
"Going to savor every last inch of you," he replies simply, smoothing his hand up his flat stomach, feeling the brush of hair under his palm. He finds his navel and circles his fingers idly, leaning down against to kiss him while he caresses the hard lines of his muscles and soft dips under ribs. He brings his hand up to one of his nipples and just barely ghosts the pads of his fingers over it as he pushes his tongue into his mouth.
He can't pin him down any longer, but it doesn't seem like Ram is trying to fight him for control. Rather it seems like he's a little too overwhelmed to do anything but quietly question him, and now he can't even do that, he's being kissed so thoroughly as Crozier plays with him under his shirt.
His sharp breaths are uneven as he feels Francis' hand, inhaling sharply at the touch in places he... he hadn't realised, had he? That no one's touched him here in that long. He'd stopped thinking about it. But here's Francis' hand, now. And Francis kisses him, and Raju leans up into it with a rough, hungry noise. Francis' hand brushes over his nipple and he shudders, mouth opening wider as he gasps and feels Francis' tongue moving inside.
One arm lifts from the blanket and falls back, and then it lifts again, slow and helpless not to, moving here and there over parts of Francis like it doesn't know where it's going. It brushes with uneven pressure over a neck, an ear, over soft skin and what must be a jaw, up onto a cheek, then down again over Francis' neck and across to his chest, then back to grip over his shoulder, loosely at first and then all at once stronger. His other hand lifts too but when it falls back again it stays, fingers curling, and the need to reach out with it moves instead into his body and he writhes, then arches his back to try and move his chest against Francis' hand, or his chest, or anything that's there.
Crozier very happily fixes the situation with Ram’s other arm, pinning it back down with his to at least keep part of him still. He seems so lost, though not unwilling by any stretch of the imagination. Just learning what it feels like to love him, and be loved by him, and what it looks like when someone like Francis Crozier wants to spend the night devouring every morsel now available to him.
Tongue still sliding against Ram’s, teeth and lips and shared groans, Crozier’s fingers slide to other nipple to tease it stiff. What he wants is to taste them, put his mouth on that dark skin and suck until Ram doesn’t know which way is up, but this is just as fine too. He touches and pinches and strokes in slow circles, driving himself mad as he pushes his body against Ram’s, hard cock straining against his trousers now being nestled against one of his thighs.
Francis' arm moves to hold his down again and Raju lets a hard, relieved breath out through his nose, body still moving but not pressing quite so urgently against Francis' as it was. He tries, a little, to move the arm and feels it stay in place, and the certainty of it relaxes something.
But then Francis' fingers pinch his other nipple and start rubbing circles over it and his body surges up again, the grip on Francis' shoulder tightening again, he finds himself trying to suck the air out from Francis' mouth. He shudders, and an urgent roll of his hips feels Francis' cock so he rolls his hips again. Again his leg bends around Francis' but only the one leg this time as Raju tries to spread Francis' legs wider. It's a step without any real plan to it but if he cocks his hips at just this angle his own hard length might brush Francis' just this way... It isn't enough, especially not through layers of drawers and trousers, but it's more, and more is what Raju needs every time Francis fingers pinch and rub at him the way he is, every time they push those urgent noises out of Raju's mouth.
His reaction to being pinned back down is almost the opposite of what Crozier thought would happen - he relaxes, Ram’s body easing against the furs and melding with his in gentle rising of his hips and the desperate kisses. There must be something about it that comforts him, so Crozier moves his hips again so that his lower half is settled directly on top of him, bearing down until their pelvises meet and start to grind together.
Perfect. This is perfect, with Francis' hips exactly where Raju wants them, and he makes the most of it as best he can. His hips move with more passion than grace and he pauses, panting hard through his nose as he holds himself still, trembling with every exhale as he tries to ignore everything pressing on him from everywhere for long enough to pull himself together. At least a little together.
Then his hips move once, graceful now, a liquid roll against Francis' groin, and then they move again, establishing and then maintaining a steady rhythm. The movement of his one free hand is less steady, patting its way upward rather than moving smoothly, but after a moment it settles at the base of Francis' head, fingers tightening for an instant in Francis' hair and then relaxing again, staying relaxed. He breathes out hard, pressing his lips against Francis'. He can keep them that way, loose and not pulling. He can remember to do that. He just has to touch, has to be gripping something, and Francis' hair is as beautiful as the rest of him, and it's right here, so close.
He shudders as Ram finds his rhythm, his head finally drawing back to catch his breath. It's too much, his mouth and his hips are too much (not enough); he can't understand why it took so long to meet someone so compatible with him, someone who just fits so well. He doesn't know why he had to be kidnapped from his bed and thrown across time to find this man, but in this moment he's so grateful he could weep.
He leans his cheek against Rama's and pulls his hand free from that nice, warm place under his shirts, grabbing at the hand at his head and practically throwing it back down onto the furs. He pins him again, holding him still as he takes control of their pace, slower but harder, building and building with hushed gasps pressed into his hairline.
When Raju's hand is thrown down onto the floor again his composure slips, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. Then he breathes out, slow, relieved, and doesn't have time to relax into it, Francis' hips and his weight are grinding against Raju hard, slow enough to let this feeling build. Francis' hand had left Raju's nipples sensitive and his shirt rubs against them each time the movement of Francis' body presses their chests together, his lips haven't had time to recover from Francis' against them, and Francis is gasping into his hair.
It's that last, as much as any other part of it, that starts Raju shuddering on each inhale. His leg tries to wrap around Francis' again to press at Francis' upper thighs at every moment Francis rubs against him, pressing them together harder, tilting up his hips in those same moments, working with the rhythm Francis has set, breathing out against the side of Francis' face. The only thing keeping Raju from coming is the clothes between them; his rhythm stutters as his hips try to move faster, give himself more, and he pauses, agonisingly still, then forces himself to match Francis' pace again. The effort makes him even harder, puts pained noises behind each breath. His fingers clench, and can't go anywhere. Or don't. His head presses hard back against the floor, his mouth open. He wants to move faster desperately, and with Francis guiding them both to this instead, won't ask.
As exquisite as those noises are, frustrated and just a little bit tortured, it wasn’t his intention to drive him mad. He just wanted to see how far he could take things, if Ram would let him dictate the pace, if that was something he secretly desired like his hands being held down or his body covered.
He presses kisses into his temple, down to the shell of his ear where he nips the lobe and growls low in his throat. He finally relents, snapping his hips hard and fast, bringing them together over and over, the friction driving him mad.
It’s good like this, but it would be better naked. Rama needs to be warm though; he has to keep this man away from the cold.
The comfort and care of the kisses down the side of his face stands out brightly overtop the sharp edge of need inside him and as Francis nips his ear, makes that low noise, Raju's turning his head toward the side of Francis' face. As Raju's turning his head Francis snaps his hips and their slow rhythm is suddenly fast and merciless and Raju's pained noise is blatant now, not half-hiding behind his breath but emerging on its own, sharp and stuttering out from his mouth. After an instant, or an eternity, he pulls himself together enough to move to match, frantic, gaze pulled to look for Francis' eyes before he even realises why, that he feels good, feels wonderful, an instant's balance on the razor's edge of wonderful, endless sensation and he wants to be looking into the beautiful blue of those eyes when he—
The stuttering, pained noise is back again and he curls as far forward as Francis' grip will let him, turning his head again to try and muffle the noise against Francis' skin, his cheek. His fingers are curling helplessly into fists, his hips are stuttering along with his voice, and his trousers are wet.
He’s not far behind, but he does hold out long enough to watch Ram in all of his resplendent glory sprawled out underneath his body. He’s beautiful, his groans and desperate thrusts going straight to that jumble of nerves and tensing muscles behind his navel. He feels like a watch that’s been wound too tight, everything is too much, sense and thought pushed so far down in his mind that it might as well not exist.
He lets Ram have a hand back, this time guiding his palm up to the back of his neck to hold onto him. He’s quiet as he lets out his last shudder, hips slowing but not quite stopping, moving luxuriously against Ram’s to draw those last few moments of pleasure out of the two of them. He stops when it becomes too much, laying over him with his head somewhere between his head and his shoulder.
Raju's hand clutches where it's led desperately, feeling Francis shuddering against him and then going still. Raju is still against him. This slow, drifting calm— it's rare, he remembers. Rare to feel this way afterward. Maybe this is what Francis meant, when he'd said that earlier. The thought wanders slowly around his mind, some place in the background; the sensation of Francis over him is more prominent in front of it, the knowledge of his body, its size to match his, of a height and stockier, solid. The sensation of his skin, warm and soft and here, right here, with him. And he's warm.
"'s this what you meant?" he murmurs when the thought ambles back around into view again, the movement of his mouth lazy and satiated. "When you said... you wanted to savour me?"
Crozier huffs a soft laugh against Ram’s neck, finding a space to kiss. There’s sweat and Rama’s own clean, earthy scent, warm and welcoming. “Mmhm.”
He’d live in this place forever, loved and sated, but he wants to be able to look down at him too. He’s missing those unbelievably expressive eyes, and it pushes him to finally pulls himself up to lean over him. “Of a sort. I would have taken my time if I’d been more patient.”
Raju's eyes curve with his bright smile as he laughs, the sound quiet and still a little breathless. "Taken your time?" Raju asks, disbelieving, and pauses for a second to look up at him. His hair shines in the flickering light of the fire, and the hand near Francis' neck rises to brush it back from Francis' forehead. The movement isn't quick or even graceful; Raju's hand feels as heavy as his arm does, his body satisfied and slow. It takes effort to do and, because of the angle, the hair is going to fall back where it was as soon as Raju's hand moves. It's worth it for the feeling of it against his skin now.
"Taken more time... You're trying to kill me, Francis."
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Date: 2024-07-28 11:41 pm (UTC)Still. There's no reason to make things too easy on him.
The hand Raju's got on Francis' collar starts to creep up toward the back of Francis' neck, elbow out and the bend of his arm open enough that an arm on its own could slip itself through and push Raju's down to the blanket without any hand involved at all. Not making it too easy, but not making it too hard.
"And the other hand?" he grins against Francis' lips, hand continuing its slow journey toward holding Francis down somewhere. "What are you going to do about that?"
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Date: 2024-07-29 12:23 am (UTC)God, he loves this man.
Crozier bites at the grin, pulling back with an audible little smack as he sucks Ram’s lower lip red. “The cheek,” he says, very quickly following the silent lead and pushing his handless arm through to pin that other hand down to the floor.
He can’t imagine Rama’s ever let someone do this to him, but he can’t allow himself to think about it because ultimately his thoughts would drift to his fiancé. She doesn’t need to be in this bed with them tonight, not when he finally has Ram in a place to kiss and touch and hold as he pleases. He thinks of their first kiss and then before that, those moments of gentle, supportive, friendly touches between them, how he would crave more without even realizing it was what he wanted.
Crozier pushes his weight down onto Ram’s arms and kisses him again, leg sliding over his in a slow conquest of him. He wouldn’t be successful at all if Ram didn’t allow for it, if he didn’t also want this just as badly.
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Date: 2024-07-29 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-29 01:51 am (UTC)It’s so worth all that waiting and patience, it’s so good, so indulgent to actually kiss and touch without worry. Ram’s body lifts and Crozier bears down, the two of them acting in tandem to just get that much closer, to be that near, to tangle themselves together physically to match all the ways they’ve already been entwined.
Crozier quietly gasps for breath between kisses, eagerly diving back in for more and more each time. With his face now clean-shaven he can really feel the brush of Rama’s beard and mustache against his skin, one of the small (or not-so-small) reminders that he’s fallen in love with and is deeply attracted to a man. Said man feels so strong and sturdy underneath him, it’s entirely new and strange and intoxicating.
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Date: 2024-07-29 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-29 10:43 pm (UTC)Crozier swallows the groan and responds with a quiet hum in the back of his throat. He’s not thinking about anything more but kissing and holding him at the moment, though the effect this is having on him is undeniable. Ram’s mouth is hot against his, his body silently asking for more as it tries to bring them together. He doesn’t know how much is voluntary either, that gentle bucking of his hips pushing back against his and making the fire in his belly burn even brighter.
He pulls his head back, partially to catch his breath, but mostly to bring his mouth down to the elegant slope of Rama’s neck. As much as he wants to keep kissing him - and he absolutely will - he wants to hear those groans more clearly.
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Date: 2024-07-29 11:29 pm (UTC)"This is all you're here for?" he complains, his tone strained and delighted and impatient and in love. "Teasing me? This is what you've been dreaming about doing, all this time?"
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Date: 2024-07-30 01:01 am (UTC)Each hitch in Ram’s throat, every strangled moan and laugh, fuels his growing desire to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss. But it’s nice to hear a little desperation, a little impatience, because he sure as hell has been wallowing for the past few weeks.
“I don’t think that’s an actual complaint,” he mutters, nipping the more delicate skin in the hollow of his throat. “I’m not teasing, I’m savoring.”
But he has been dreaming of ravishing him completely, getting his lips on that beautiful brown skin of his and kissing every single inch. He thinks back on their trip to the hot springs, his sculpted chest dripping wet, the way his body had looked on the floor while he touched himself - temptation incarnate.
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Date: 2024-07-30 01:33 am (UTC)There's just something about taking time, as much to simply do it as to move them closer to anything, simply to enjoy it for its own sake, that hits Raju strangely. He still isn't sure just why.
His hips writhe again, not with his leg pulling them harder against Francis' this time but only moving, helplessly. He feels his lips still stinging from their kissing, and the weight of Francis over his chest and his stomach and his arms, and he feels Francis' mouth against his neck.
Admittedly, this isn't the best moment to try to think much of anything through.
"Savouring," he rasps, echoing Francis as he tries to put all of this into words he can use to direct Francis with.
"You... like this part?" is what comes to him, a little faintly between heavy breaths. "Just this?"
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Date: 2024-07-30 01:47 am (UTC)"Savoring," he repeats against his skin. Ram sounds surprised. Maybe it's the fact that they both men that confuses him, that one man would want to savor and cherish another man. "I love all parts."
He sucks and worries at a spot on his neck, a little sorry that Ram will never get to show it off to others, before finally giving Rama a reprieve. He pulls his hand and arm back and leans over him, plucking at his shirt collar idly. He'd like this all a lot better if Ram was wearing less clothes...
"It's been a while since I've been able to take my time and enjoy myself. Why wouldn't I savor you?" Look at him. He smiles softly as his hand travels down the front of his shirts, then slips underneath the hem and disappears.
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Date: 2024-07-30 02:21 am (UTC)"Going to savour me under there too?" Raju breathes, chest heaving as he watches Francis, feels him there.
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Date: 2024-07-30 02:31 am (UTC)"Going to savor every last inch of you," he replies simply, smoothing his hand up his flat stomach, feeling the brush of hair under his palm. He finds his navel and circles his fingers idly, leaning down against to kiss him while he caresses the hard lines of his muscles and soft dips under ribs. He brings his hand up to one of his nipples and just barely ghosts the pads of his fingers over it as he pushes his tongue into his mouth.
He can't pin him down any longer, but it doesn't seem like Ram is trying to fight him for control. Rather it seems like he's a little too overwhelmed to do anything but quietly question him, and now he can't even do that, he's being kissed so thoroughly as Crozier plays with him under his shirt.
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Date: 2024-07-30 11:48 am (UTC)One arm lifts from the blanket and falls back, and then it lifts again, slow and helpless not to, moving here and there over parts of Francis like it doesn't know where it's going. It brushes with uneven pressure over a neck, an ear, over soft skin and what must be a jaw, up onto a cheek, then down again over Francis' neck and across to his chest, then back to grip over his shoulder, loosely at first and then all at once stronger. His other hand lifts too but when it falls back again it stays, fingers curling, and the need to reach out with it moves instead into his body and he writhes, then arches his back to try and move his chest against Francis' hand, or his chest, or anything that's there.
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Date: 2024-07-30 12:08 pm (UTC)Crozier very happily fixes the situation with Ram’s other arm, pinning it back down with his to at least keep part of him still. He seems so lost, though not unwilling by any stretch of the imagination. Just learning what it feels like to love him, and be loved by him, and what it looks like when someone like Francis Crozier wants to spend the night devouring every morsel now available to him.
Tongue still sliding against Ram’s, teeth and lips and shared groans, Crozier’s fingers slide to other nipple to tease it stiff. What he wants is to taste them, put his mouth on that dark skin and suck until Ram doesn’t know which way is up, but this is just as fine too. He touches and pinches and strokes in slow circles, driving himself mad as he pushes his body against Ram’s, hard cock straining against his trousers now being nestled against one of his thighs.
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Date: 2024-07-30 02:21 pm (UTC)But then Francis' fingers pinch his other nipple and start rubbing circles over it and his body surges up again, the grip on Francis' shoulder tightening again, he finds himself trying to suck the air out from Francis' mouth. He shudders, and an urgent roll of his hips feels Francis' cock so he rolls his hips again. Again his leg bends around Francis' but only the one leg this time as Raju tries to spread Francis' legs wider. It's a step without any real plan to it but if he cocks his hips at just this angle his own hard length might brush Francis' just this way... It isn't enough, especially not through layers of drawers and trousers, but it's more, and more is what Raju needs every time Francis fingers pinch and rub at him the way he is, every time they push those urgent noises out of Raju's mouth.
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Date: 2024-07-30 11:28 pm (UTC)His reaction to being pinned back down is almost the opposite of what Crozier thought would happen - he relaxes, Ram’s body easing against the furs and melding with his in gentle rising of his hips and the desperate kisses. There must be something about it that comforts him, so Crozier moves his hips again so that his lower half is settled directly on top of him, bearing down until their pelvises meet and start to grind together.
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Date: 2024-07-31 12:36 am (UTC)Then his hips move once, graceful now, a liquid roll against Francis' groin, and then they move again, establishing and then maintaining a steady rhythm. The movement of his one free hand is less steady, patting its way upward rather than moving smoothly, but after a moment it settles at the base of Francis' head, fingers tightening for an instant in Francis' hair and then relaxing again, staying relaxed. He breathes out hard, pressing his lips against Francis'. He can keep them that way, loose and not pulling. He can remember to do that. He just has to touch, has to be gripping something, and Francis' hair is as beautiful as the rest of him, and it's right here, so close.
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Date: 2024-07-31 01:31 am (UTC)He shudders as Ram finds his rhythm, his head finally drawing back to catch his breath. It's too much, his mouth and his hips are too much (not enough); he can't understand why it took so long to meet someone so compatible with him, someone who just fits so well. He doesn't know why he had to be kidnapped from his bed and thrown across time to find this man, but in this moment he's so grateful he could weep.
He leans his cheek against Rama's and pulls his hand free from that nice, warm place under his shirts, grabbing at the hand at his head and practically throwing it back down onto the furs. He pins him again, holding him still as he takes control of their pace, slower but harder, building and building with hushed gasps pressed into his hairline.
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Date: 2024-07-31 11:20 am (UTC)It's that last, as much as any other part of it, that starts Raju shuddering on each inhale. His leg tries to wrap around Francis' again to press at Francis' upper thighs at every moment Francis rubs against him, pressing them together harder, tilting up his hips in those same moments, working with the rhythm Francis has set, breathing out against the side of Francis' face. The only thing keeping Raju from coming is the clothes between them; his rhythm stutters as his hips try to move faster, give himself more, and he pauses, agonisingly still, then forces himself to match Francis' pace again. The effort makes him even harder, puts pained noises behind each breath. His fingers clench, and can't go anywhere. Or don't. His head presses hard back against the floor, his mouth open. He wants to move faster desperately, and with Francis guiding them both to this instead, won't ask.
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Date: 2024-07-31 10:22 pm (UTC)As exquisite as those noises are, frustrated and just a little bit tortured, it wasn’t his intention to drive him mad. He just wanted to see how far he could take things, if Ram would let him dictate the pace, if that was something he secretly desired like his hands being held down or his body covered.
He presses kisses into his temple, down to the shell of his ear where he nips the lobe and growls low in his throat. He finally relents, snapping his hips hard and fast, bringing them together over and over, the friction driving him mad.
It’s good like this, but it would be better naked. Rama needs to be warm though; he has to keep this man away from the cold.
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Date: 2024-07-31 11:00 pm (UTC)The stuttering, pained noise is back again and he curls as far forward as Francis' grip will let him, turning his head again to try and muffle the noise against Francis' skin, his cheek. His fingers are curling helplessly into fists, his hips are stuttering along with his voice, and his trousers are wet.
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Date: 2024-08-01 12:02 am (UTC)He’s not far behind, but he does hold out long enough to watch Ram in all of his resplendent glory sprawled out underneath his body. He’s beautiful, his groans and desperate thrusts going straight to that jumble of nerves and tensing muscles behind his navel. He feels like a watch that’s been wound too tight, everything is too much, sense and thought pushed so far down in his mind that it might as well not exist.
He lets Ram have a hand back, this time guiding his palm up to the back of his neck to hold onto him. He’s quiet as he lets out his last shudder, hips slowing but not quite stopping, moving luxuriously against Ram’s to draw those last few moments of pleasure out of the two of them. He stops when it becomes too much, laying over him with his head somewhere between his head and his shoulder.
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Date: 2024-08-01 12:33 am (UTC)"'s this what you meant?" he murmurs when the thought ambles back around into view again, the movement of his mouth lazy and satiated. "When you said... you wanted to savour me?"
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Date: 2024-08-01 01:17 am (UTC)Crozier huffs a soft laugh against Ram’s neck, finding a space to kiss. There’s sweat and Rama’s own clean, earthy scent, warm and welcoming. “Mmhm.”
He’d live in this place forever, loved and sated, but he wants to be able to look down at him too. He’s missing those unbelievably expressive eyes, and it pushes him to finally pulls himself up to lean over him. “Of a sort. I would have taken my time if I’d been more patient.”
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Date: 2024-08-01 01:38 am (UTC)"Taken more time... You're trying to kill me, Francis."
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