Raju's smile is quick and wicked, and stays wide and pleased over his face as Francis leans in to kiss him. As they kiss Raju's hands work, his fingers not tired and lazy in the way his arms are trying to be, and soon Francis' fly, simple with its single button and only a zipper underneath, is open and Raju's hands are making their way inside. His fingers brush Francis' length, a little greeting before he moves to push Francis' trousers down, one side of his waistband at a time.
"You know damn well what the hurry is," he mutters against Francis' face, grinning. "You're the one who's been teasing all this time."
He can’t very well argue with something that’s absolutely true, but he does grin right back against his lips as Rama attacks the front of his trousers. He shivers; that cool air suddenly on a very sensitive, very warm part of him hits sharply, making him very aware of how needy he’s actually feeling.
Well, he can fix this frustration for them both. He pushes his hips against Ram’s and takes them both into his calloused hand. “Is this better?” he breathes, letting them slide together, hot and firm in his palm.
“Mm. Much,” Raju says, feeling those calluses against one side and Francis’ length against the other, rough and soft skin both stirring what had been at half mast toward full hardness again.
“But you’ve kept my hands away from you for so long.” He leans forward, breaking up complaint and request with a nip at Francis’ jaw. It’s still a bit of a thrill to be able do that; it isn’t quite the same act, he’s realising, when a kiss there mostly gets you a mouthful of hair. “And taken yourself in hand already. What should I do to you now?”
It's an easy answer, one delivered with a very deliberate stroke to both of their lengths. "You should kiss me." He pushes forward and brings their noses together, slipping down against his cheek with a breathy laugh.
He'll let Rama bridge the gap between them, his own focus on the heat, dizzying feeling of bringing them together like this in his hand. He remembers talking about this when they weren't allowed to touch, and had been wondering what it might feel like ever since.
Raju doesn't hesitate, starts in with Francis' lower lip between his teeth and proceeds from there. But his hands still need something to do, cuffed between their bodies as they are; practised as he is at holding himself mostly still there's no chance of it now, there's too much ready to light up inside him, so while his mouth is busying itself his hands turn in their cuffs to wrap around Francis'. They won't take control there, happy to follow — at least, if Francis is leading anywhere straight away. He isn't quite confident, still, that Francis won't try teasing him again.
Fortunately the urge to laugh again at Rama's little insistent hold on his hands is quelled by the teeth on his lips. He wouldn't dream of teasing him now, not when he's also so thoroughly enjoying himself, but he understands where the worry might come from.
...and yes, it would be a little funny if he tried something like that again right now, but he doesn't have a death wish, and desire is a far stronger motivator than having a laugh. He moves his hand a little faster, pushing his hips forward as he kisses him back in between soft gasps for air, that tight, intense feeling at the back of his navel building and building.
The noise Raju makes into Francis' mouth is insistent and happy and a moment later, as Francis' hand speeds up, he makes another one, more urgent. His hands match Francis' speed and he finds his hips moving, trying to win himself even more friction, even more movement. His kissing is fiercer, more insistent, and one of his legs manages even with his trousers around his knees to wrap itself around Francis' calves. It's an effort to pull him closer, that last, but if it trips Francis' balance a little that's alright too; the door is still behind Raju, still solid enough to hold them up if either of them tips back into it.
Crozier absolutely overbalances and falls forward, hips knocking into his in a kind of lovely, accidental thrust. He turns his head and laughs against the side of Rama’s neck, breathless and amused and horribly desperate for him. He’s quick to regain his equilibrium and starts his hand up again, alternating between pressing quick kisses to his mouth and catching his breath. He’s smiling through it all though, turned on but so endeared and amused that he can’t help himself.
Raju is grinning too, now. Impossible not to feeling Francis' laughter against his neck, his lips against Raju's while he's smiling that way. And the way he'd fallen into Raju, the way it'd felt, the way that his body feels against Raju's now — Raju's going to have to try doing that again sometime. But sometime is vague and far away and there's not much room in Raju's mind for anything but now, with Francis leaning into him and moving his hand that way against the both of them, and happy. Raju's breath is coming faster, loud and rough between kisses, and his hands aren't keeping time with Francis' quite as perfectly as they were.
"I..." Raju starts, and realises his voice is tight with pleasure, and unsteady. "I'm going to... Francis..."
“God,” he gasps, stomach twisting in desire at the sound of Rama’s wavering voice. “God, I hope so.” Because he’s not strong enough to withstand any of this - Ram in that red Imperial Officer’s coat, the polished boots, the coifed mustache. Ram handcuffed and trying to resist the way his mouth must have felt on him, his hand on his thigh, that surprising laugh from a sensitive and ticklish spot. It’s all too good, too playful and silly and undeniably attractive, and Crozier is quickly beginning to realize that Rama himself must just be a weakness. He’s impossibly to resist.
He won’t stop his hand, won’t stop the kisses, turning more and more desperate and messy, until he’s just at the precipice of not being able to do a damn thing but tuck his head against his neck and groan low with his release.
I hope so makes Raju laugh. Any other time the laugh might be a smile instead but that tight knife's edge of pleasure turns it into the kind of ungraceful giggle he's never once let out while in uniform, and he lets it out now into Francis' hair while Francis tucks his face in against Raju's neck. Raju feels Francis' groan against his skin, feels wetness splashing up onto his jacket, tightens his hands and he's coming over that knife's edge too, with stifled noises and gasps and then panting, locking his knees so he doesn't drop while Francis is still leaning against him.
A few breaths, a moment, and then he's sliding down against the door, working to move slowly even under their combined weight, moving his hands to Francis' stomach and side to hold him as he carefully lowers them down. As he does it he kisses the side of Francis' head, then the top of it, then his forehead as he settles against the floor, legs with their lowered trousers tangled around Francis'. "The first time you've ruined my shirt instead of my trousers," he mutters, breathless, then: "Look at me straight-on so I can kiss you properly."
The slow sinking to the floor is appreciated, though less dramatic than the outright collapse Crozier’s body would have probably done if not supported. He feels those light kisses to his face, his forehead, though he doesn’t immediately raise his head when Rama demands it.
“You can’t suddenly start ordering me around,” he mumbles from his vantage point of his face pressed against his neck, the rush of good feelings making him giddy. “You’re still wearing the jacket.”
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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Date: 2024-08-11 08:02 pm (UTC)"You know damn well what the hurry is," he mutters against Francis' face, grinning. "You're the one who's been teasing all this time."
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Date: 2024-08-11 09:29 pm (UTC)He can’t very well argue with something that’s absolutely true, but he does grin right back against his lips as Rama attacks the front of his trousers. He shivers; that cool air suddenly on a very sensitive, very warm part of him hits sharply, making him very aware of how needy he’s actually feeling.
Well, he can fix this frustration for them both. He pushes his hips against Ram’s and takes them both into his calloused hand. “Is this better?” he breathes, letting them slide together, hot and firm in his palm.
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Date: 2024-08-11 10:36 pm (UTC)“But you’ve kept my hands away from you for so long.” He leans forward, breaking up complaint and request with a nip at Francis’ jaw. It’s still a bit of a thrill to be able do that; it isn’t quite the same act, he’s realising, when a kiss there mostly gets you a mouthful of hair. “And taken yourself in hand already. What should I do to you now?”
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Date: 2024-08-12 12:04 am (UTC)It's an easy answer, one delivered with a very deliberate stroke to both of their lengths. "You should kiss me." He pushes forward and brings their noses together, slipping down against his cheek with a breathy laugh.
He'll let Rama bridge the gap between them, his own focus on the heat, dizzying feeling of bringing them together like this in his hand. He remembers talking about this when they weren't allowed to touch, and had been wondering what it might feel like ever since.
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Date: 2024-08-12 02:33 am (UTC)Fortunately the urge to laugh again at Rama's little insistent hold on his hands is quelled by the teeth on his lips. He wouldn't dream of teasing him now, not when he's also so thoroughly enjoying himself, but he understands where the worry might come from.
...and yes, it would be a little funny if he tried something like that again right now, but he doesn't have a death wish, and desire is a far stronger motivator than having a laugh. He moves his hand a little faster, pushing his hips forward as he kisses him back in between soft gasps for air, that tight, intense feeling at the back of his navel building and building.
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Date: 2024-08-14 12:58 am (UTC)Crozier absolutely overbalances and falls forward, hips knocking into his in a kind of lovely, accidental thrust. He turns his head and laughs against the side of Rama’s neck, breathless and amused and horribly desperate for him. He’s quick to regain his equilibrium and starts his hand up again, alternating between pressing quick kisses to his mouth and catching his breath. He’s smiling through it all though, turned on but so endeared and amused that he can’t help himself.
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:55 am (UTC)"I..." Raju starts, and realises his voice is tight with pleasure, and unsteady. "I'm going to... Francis..."
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:11 pm (UTC)“God,” he gasps, stomach twisting in desire at the sound of Rama’s wavering voice. “God, I hope so.” Because he’s not strong enough to withstand any of this - Ram in that red Imperial Officer’s coat, the polished boots, the coifed mustache. Ram handcuffed and trying to resist the way his mouth must have felt on him, his hand on his thigh, that surprising laugh from a sensitive and ticklish spot. It’s all too good, too playful and silly and undeniably attractive, and Crozier is quickly beginning to realize that Rama himself must just be a weakness. He’s impossibly to resist.
He won’t stop his hand, won’t stop the kisses, turning more and more desperate and messy, until he’s just at the precipice of not being able to do a damn thing but tuck his head against his neck and groan low with his release.
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Date: 2024-08-14 02:31 pm (UTC)A few breaths, a moment, and then he's sliding down against the door, working to move slowly even under their combined weight, moving his hands to Francis' stomach and side to hold him as he carefully lowers them down. As he does it he kisses the side of Francis' head, then the top of it, then his forehead as he settles against the floor, legs with their lowered trousers tangled around Francis'. "The first time you've ruined my shirt instead of my trousers," he mutters, breathless, then: "Look at me straight-on so I can kiss you properly."
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Date: 2024-08-15 02:19 am (UTC)The slow sinking to the floor is appreciated, though less dramatic than the outright collapse Crozier’s body would have probably done if not supported. He feels those light kisses to his face, his forehead, though he doesn’t immediately raise his head when Rama demands it.
“You can’t suddenly start ordering me around,” he mumbles from his vantage point of his face pressed against his neck, the rush of good feelings making him giddy. “You’re still wearing the jacket.”
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Date: 2024-08-15 11:34 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2024-08-16 04:38 pm (UTC)“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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Date: 2024-08-16 05:16 pm (UTC)"But your lips are so far away," he grins. "You won't move even a little for me?"
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Date: 2024-08-17 02:17 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-08-17 03:23 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-08-18 02:04 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-08-18 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-18 11:17 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-08-19 01:09 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-08-19 02:29 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-08-19 12:24 pm (UTC)"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.