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: 2024-08-19 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.