The heat moves to the line of his jaw, burning a trail right down to his neck. He tilts his head back and sighs, breath puffing out into the air above his head.
"Well," he breathes out, his laugh quiet against Francis' skin before he kisses it again, "I'm not stopping you."
His hands let go of Francis' collar, smoothing over his shoulders. Raju is only enjoying himself, enjoying his lips against Francis' skin, the pressure of his body and the soft shape of his jaw. And if that ends with Francis enjoying himself too, well, that doesn't mean he can't be making up for cheating Raju out of that victory does it?
“There’s a lot I could do, but I need to know just how angry you are about your loss.” He tilts his head, strands of hair falling over his cheek. His eyes are very much still on Ram’s lips, thinking about the heat from the kisses and how nice they’d be if they were peppered all over. Throat, perhaps, chest, maybe even lower if Rama was feeling particularly playful.
“Helps me gauge,” he clarifies delightedly. He can be playful like this, but there’s something about it coupled with his youthful appearance that just makes him all the more eager.
Raju has to move away from Francis' neck to look at him. But on the other hand, he does get to look at him. He lifts a hand from Francis' shoulder to brush his hair back from his face, fingertips brushing Francis' temple, very gently tucking his hair behind his ear. Once that's done his hand stays there, fingers curled and still brushing at Francis' head.
"Furious," he murmurs and his grin grows, his thumb moving over Francis' ear fondly. "Can't you tell?"
All those loving touches? “Absolutely, very obviously furious,” he smiles, feeling his ears grow warm for other reasons besides Ram’s heated skin.
He turns his head, hoping to move quickly enough to catch Rama’s palm for a kiss. His hands finds his lower back again and he tugs his body closer. “But would you protest if I made it up to you here?”
Francis kisses at Raju's palm and Raju's fingers curl, as if some part of him's trying to capture the feeling of his lips just there and hold it. Then he tugs and Raju lets out a hard, happy breath, feeling even more of Francis against him, and the soft-edged thing inside him concentrates even more, and he doesn't think he could stop smiling if he tried to.
"We're on the ground now, aren't we? What more do we need?"
He can't think of a single reason not to, right here, do whatever it is Francis is wanting to do. The cold would stop him before, if nothing else did, but he's as far as he can imagine being from cold now.
Isn't the typical answer to that four walls and a fireplace? But Rama is still burning hot, and he doesn't seem opposed to the idea of capitalizing on the rush by doing something untoward out in the open like this. There isn't a soul around, and their home is fair distance away, and the more that he thinks about it the more he'd really like to have him now.
He grabs Ram's leg and hitches it up over his hip, fitting them together nice and snugly as he presses most of his weight against Ram, and Ram in turn against the tree behind him. "I see, you would have been fine up in the tree after all."
Francis moves Raju's leg up and over his hip, around them, locking the two of them together. Raju's smile grows, delighted at the movement, the feeling, and bends his leg to ensure Francis stays exactly where he is. "Mm," he agrees, voice low, and winds an arm around Francis' neck. "As high up as we could go. The very top, with the world stretched out beneath us."
Would that have been possible? Definitely not. But possible isn't really a factor for Raju right now, feeling this way. Between the rush of the chase up and down the trees, and Francis, and the way his leg around Francis' waist is stirring something fiery underneath the happiness, Raju could do anything at all.
He wonders if Rama is hot enough to keep the both of them warm. Well. Easiest way to find out is to just try, isn’t it? But right now he wants to kiss him again, that gorgeous smile that lights up Ram’s face so tempting and sweet that he just wants to eat him up whole. He surges forward again, heat immediately burning against his lips as he kisses him hard.
Rama’s body, tucked up so snugly against his own, is giving him just enough friction to build on, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t nearly enough. His right hand has more practice with all the various layers of clothes, so the left stays put as his right snakes between them and starts to unfasten and tug at their trousers.
Raju laughs, wiggling to give more room — or maybe only to make the journey of Francis' hand more interesting, who's to say — as he sends his own free hand down between them to help, moving it in concert with Francis' as instinctively as he had when sharing climbing space with him. It's easy, knowing what Francis is pulling at or unbuttoning now without even looking and doing just the thing he needs to make it happen, and doing it.
"We'll have to take them off at least a little," he murmurs, smile wicked. "Unless you'd prefer a wet walk home."
"Thank god for long coat, mn?" He doesn't relish the thought of baring his entire arse to the cold, but he thinks he can hitch their trousers around their thighs to prevent going full exposure. Rama may be hot to the touch right now, but he's not completely impervious to the cold. Things might still freeze if left out too long.
But once bare skin is touching bare skin he's far less rational. Once his hand is back in Ram's hair he pulls him in for another kiss, far more playful than their last. He bites his lower lip sharply and laughs; the youth must have poisoned his brain, because he's not thinking one bit about where they are or if people might be able to see them from the path.
Raju laughs, warm, too warm for the layers he's wearing and savouring the combination of cold air and soft, warm skin touching his. "You call that making it up to me?" he teases, the hand that'd helped Francis bare them to each other moving to wrap itself around one or the other or both of them. There's something about doing this for Francis, and something about being done for by Francis, and there's time enough to do both. Right now he's too happy and eager for more, too impatient to wait for Francis to give them more of that friction himself. "Biting me that way? I can bite too, you know."
“I wish you would,” be growls playfully, teething gritting as Ram’s hand roams between them. He’s more than happy to let Ram touch first; it allows him to focus on keeping them both upright and pressed against the tree. It also allows him to lean forward and take his earlobe into his mouth, biting there too just to tease a little more.
Raju makes a brief, pleased noise in the back of his throat, his hand around them twitching to tighten just for an instant before it keeps moving. Raju feels wonderful, and Francis feels wonderful against him, and Raju wants to feel him, and his hand moves a little faster than he realises, a little faster than it normally would without anything to smooth the friction of the movement. His leg drifts down from Francis hip to rub itself down the back of Francis' thigh.
"I can't very well like this, can I?" Raju's other arm unhooks itself from around Francis' neck as he speaks, so he can draw his fingers down over the exposed slivers of soft skin between Francis' thigh and his hip before giving a quick pinch. "Not with my ear in your mouth."
The pinch makes the urge to bite and leave his mark on him even more insistent. God, he wants him, wants him in ways that he hadn't ever considered wanting from a man before. He tugs on his earlobe and pulls back with a low, delighted laugh.
"You're doing much more important things right now." He illustrates his point by pushing his hips forward, making Ram's hand push against his own stomach.
"Oh?" Raju grins, his freer hand keeping its fingertips moving over that juncture between hip and thigh, trying to see how far in he can get his hand with Francis trying to keep his trousers at least most of the way up. Either forcing his hand in is going to make them start to fall, or he's going to find room to cup Francis' balls in there. It feels like a win either way.
"And what's that? The important thing? You mean something like this?" The hand around the two of them moves up again and its fingertips rub around the head of Francis' cock. The gesture isn't a graceful one, not like it would be if Francis' was the only one in Raju's hand, but he trusts the touch and the twist of his hand is effective. The motion isn't for Raju's own sake, exactly, but he takes a sharp breath when he does it.
Crozier definitely isn't strong enough to handle being fondled this thoroughly while holding two people upright at the same time, but by god he's going to try, if not for his sake then for Rama's, who deserves a little fun now and again. And he seems to be enjoying himself, as absolutely ridiculous as it is to be standing in the woods half-naked and groping each other.
He lets out a quiet shudder as Ram starts getting more specific with his hands. He's obviously searching for some kind of reaction, some kind of response that would make Crozier's knees buckle. Touching him like that, wandering hand with all that heat from his palm and silky cock against his, is proving to be just as distracting as probably intended.
"Yes," he gasps, hips bucking forward. "Yes, like that. I'm going to drop you if you don't stop."
Raju's laugh is deep and all breath, most of his focus going to the movements of his hands and everything that he's feeling there. "Then you'll have even more to make up for, won't you?" His searching hand finds what it's looking for as he finishes saying it and explores the landscape there with its fingertips. He can only be so careful when he can't see what he's doing, and he wouldn't be in the mood to be careful anyway except that it might get to Francis more thoroughly if he was.
His hand moves down and up again, their cocks sliding sideways against one another in his grip, and Raju shudders, in his chest and shoulders and breath, all shaking for an instant against Francis. The hand around Francis' sack twitches. "How do you feel now, Francis?" he breathes. "Like dropping me?"
The cheek! And worst part is Ram knows exactly what he’s doing, teasing Crozier while he’s got a very firm (though pleasant) grip on his stones. “I feel like fucking you into the ground,” he growls.
In fact, being horizontal seems more practical with each passing second. He freezes his left hand to splay it beside Ram’s head against the tree, hitching Ram up again by the thigh in some ploy to gain some control back. With Ram’s hand on him there’s only so much he can do; he can’t really buck forward or grind into him, and he can’t spare a hand of his own right now, so he’s left with his mouth which eventually finds a spot on his neck to kiss.
The noise Raju makes is as much delight as it is shock. He wonders if fucking him into the ground is a figure of speech, Francis' habit from thinking about women when he feels this way, or if there's something specific that he's thinking of. If Francis proposes it in earnest, Raju would be delighted to find out. But maybe he doesn't have to wait.
"Oh?" He rolls his head to the side to give Francis' mouth room to move, hand over them moving up and turning its wrist and moving down again, hand on Francis' sack moving its fingers in small, idle motions. "Is that so? Why don't you tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
While he's completely in Raju's hands, while he can't afford to so much as twitch his hips too far. The knowledge of it's in Raju's voice and in his eyes when he rolls his head just far enough back to look at Francis, the self satisfaction and the eagerness and the joy.
He takes advantage of the expanded area of neck available to him and covers it in kisses, biting gently at a spot that would be visible just above his collar and swiping his tongue over the mark. How hard the bite directly correlates to how gentle the touch from Ram’s hands; he knows he has him wrapped around his finger.
He knows vaguely what he wants - an idea, a notion, something talked about but nothing he’s ever experienced or done first hand. But he suddenly wants it very badly, to be buried inside Ram’s body, to be enveloped by him entirely and listen to all the noises he’d make as he fucked him sweetly. He knows himself, he’d be embarrassed to say if this were any other situation, but Rama has him by the stones and he’s looking at him like his very stare could set him ablaze.
“I want to be inside of you,” he says, knowing full-well that it’s Ram who is in charge, it’s Ram who has the final say-so. “I want to have you.”
There's hardly time to experiment with that wonderful tie between the minute changes in the angle of his gripping fingers and the strength of the bites over his neck; Francis' answer is very clear, and in the moments after he gives it Raju devotes his attention to meeting Francis' eyes and everything he sees there. "You do," he says earnestly, and decides: "If we run home. Can you be ready again, by then?"
Because he's going to finish them here first, of course. Then, after that, there's no reason they shouldn't be able to try something else.
His heart threatens to jump out of his chest and up his throat as Ram locks eyes with him. He inhales sharply; what does he make of what he wants? And then Ram makes his decision.
“Yes,” he tells him immediately, no not an ounce of hesitation. By god, he can be ready again for this man. “God, yes.”
Crozier kisses him again, both of his hands grabbing for Ram’s arse as he encourages him to move his hand again.
With a noise of deep satisfaction Raju does move, feeling his thighs tighten as Francis grabs his arse — both hands — and resisting the urge to buck his hips, all the rest of his muscles tightening briefly with the need to keep himself still. His hands need the room to work. His one moves, quickly again, up and over the both of them, around, down again, while his other tickles Francis' sack fondly before moving for his perineum. Francis had mentioned this, hadn't he? Before his ribs had healed, when they'd been...
Raju doesn't have it in him to look back at the memory. Everything is focused on the now, on the way Francis' skin feels against his in his hand, the way it feels under his fingertip as Raju pushes and scrapes carefully, experimentally. His eyes have fixed themselves on Francis', his lips stay parted, panting out warm air, and he is all sensation, all joy, Francis' joy.
As much as he wants to kiss Rama’s smile and feel that obvious delight against his mouth, he has the mental capacity still to recognize when the attempt might throw them both off. Instead he settles for leaning his face against Ram’s, alternating between that or resting his head on his shoulder, groans becoming louder and louder the more Rama persists with his touch.
He can’t recall the conversation that would have led to this, nor anything else for that matter. He’s starting to see stars behind his eyes and feel that familiar tension in his abdomen - building pleasure and building pleasure, pressed against this wonderful, beautiful man who laughs with his eyes and hands and shoulders and kisses him with such unadulterated passion. He groans again, this time as a warning, or about as close as he can manage.
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Date: 2024-09-07 02:12 pm (UTC)The heat moves to the line of his jaw, burning a trail right down to his neck. He tilts his head back and sighs, breath puffing out into the air above his head.
“I thought I was to make it up to you.”
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Date: 2024-09-07 04:32 pm (UTC)His hands let go of Francis' collar, smoothing over his shoulders. Raju is only enjoying himself, enjoying his lips against Francis' skin, the pressure of his body and the soft shape of his jaw. And if that ends with Francis enjoying himself too, well, that doesn't mean he can't be making up for cheating Raju out of that victory does it?
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Date: 2024-09-07 05:31 pm (UTC)“There’s a lot I could do, but I need to know just how angry you are about your loss.” He tilts his head, strands of hair falling over his cheek. His eyes are very much still on Ram’s lips, thinking about the heat from the kisses and how nice they’d be if they were peppered all over. Throat, perhaps, chest, maybe even lower if Rama was feeling particularly playful.
“Helps me gauge,” he clarifies delightedly. He can be playful like this, but there’s something about it coupled with his youthful appearance that just makes him all the more eager.
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Date: 2024-09-07 10:23 pm (UTC)"Furious," he murmurs and his grin grows, his thumb moving over Francis' ear fondly. "Can't you tell?"
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Date: 2024-09-08 12:32 am (UTC)All those loving touches? “Absolutely, very obviously furious,” he smiles, feeling his ears grow warm for other reasons besides Ram’s heated skin.
He turns his head, hoping to move quickly enough to catch Rama’s palm for a kiss. His hands finds his lower back again and he tugs his body closer. “But would you protest if I made it up to you here?”
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Date: 2024-09-08 01:14 am (UTC)"We're on the ground now, aren't we? What more do we need?"
He can't think of a single reason not to, right here, do whatever it is Francis is wanting to do. The cold would stop him before, if nothing else did, but he's as far as he can imagine being from cold now.
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Date: 2024-09-08 01:57 am (UTC)Isn't the typical answer to that four walls and a fireplace? But Rama is still burning hot, and he doesn't seem opposed to the idea of capitalizing on the rush by doing something untoward out in the open like this. There isn't a soul around, and their home is fair distance away, and the more that he thinks about it the more he'd really like to have him now.
He grabs Ram's leg and hitches it up over his hip, fitting them together nice and snugly as he presses most of his weight against Ram, and Ram in turn against the tree behind him. "I see, you would have been fine up in the tree after all."
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Date: 2024-09-08 02:09 pm (UTC)Would that have been possible? Definitely not. But possible isn't really a factor for Raju right now, feeling this way. Between the rush of the chase up and down the trees, and Francis, and the way his leg around Francis' waist is stirring something fiery underneath the happiness, Raju could do anything at all.
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Date: 2024-09-08 03:54 pm (UTC)He wonders if Rama is hot enough to keep the both of them warm. Well. Easiest way to find out is to just try, isn’t it? But right now he wants to kiss him again, that gorgeous smile that lights up Ram’s face so tempting and sweet that he just wants to eat him up whole. He surges forward again, heat immediately burning against his lips as he kisses him hard.
Rama’s body, tucked up so snugly against his own, is giving him just enough friction to build on, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t nearly enough. His right hand has more practice with all the various layers of clothes, so the left stays put as his right snakes between them and starts to unfasten and tug at their trousers.
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Date: 2024-09-08 05:47 pm (UTC)"We'll have to take them off at least a little," he murmurs, smile wicked. "Unless you'd prefer a wet walk home."
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Date: 2024-09-08 07:15 pm (UTC)"Thank god for long coat, mn?" He doesn't relish the thought of baring his entire arse to the cold, but he thinks he can hitch their trousers around their thighs to prevent going full exposure. Rama may be hot to the touch right now, but he's not completely impervious to the cold. Things might still freeze if left out too long.
But once bare skin is touching bare skin he's far less rational. Once his hand is back in Ram's hair he pulls him in for another kiss, far more playful than their last. He bites his lower lip sharply and laughs; the youth must have poisoned his brain, because he's not thinking one bit about where they are or if people might be able to see them from the path.
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Date: 2024-09-08 10:06 pm (UTC)“I wish you would,” be growls playfully, teething gritting as Ram’s hand roams between them. He’s more than happy to let Ram touch first; it allows him to focus on keeping them both upright and pressed against the tree. It also allows him to lean forward and take his earlobe into his mouth, biting there too just to tease a little more.
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Date: 2024-09-08 11:10 pm (UTC)"I can't very well like this, can I?" Raju's other arm unhooks itself from around Francis' neck as he speaks, so he can draw his fingers down over the exposed slivers of soft skin between Francis' thigh and his hip before giving a quick pinch. "Not with my ear in your mouth."
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Date: 2024-09-09 12:38 am (UTC)The pinch makes the urge to bite and leave his mark on him even more insistent. God, he wants him, wants him in ways that he hadn't ever considered wanting from a man before. He tugs on his earlobe and pulls back with a low, delighted laugh.
"You're doing much more important things right now." He illustrates his point by pushing his hips forward, making Ram's hand push against his own stomach.
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Date: 2024-09-09 01:38 am (UTC)"And what's that? The important thing? You mean something like this?" The hand around the two of them moves up again and its fingertips rub around the head of Francis' cock. The gesture isn't a graceful one, not like it would be if Francis' was the only one in Raju's hand, but he trusts the touch and the twist of his hand is effective. The motion isn't for Raju's own sake, exactly, but he takes a sharp breath when he does it.
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Date: 2024-09-09 02:25 am (UTC)Crozier definitely isn't strong enough to handle being fondled this thoroughly while holding two people upright at the same time, but by god he's going to try, if not for his sake then for Rama's, who deserves a little fun now and again. And he seems to be enjoying himself, as absolutely ridiculous as it is to be standing in the woods half-naked and groping each other.
He lets out a quiet shudder as Ram starts getting more specific with his hands. He's obviously searching for some kind of reaction, some kind of response that would make Crozier's knees buckle. Touching him like that, wandering hand with all that heat from his palm and silky cock against his, is proving to be just as distracting as probably intended.
"Yes," he gasps, hips bucking forward. "Yes, like that. I'm going to drop you if you don't stop."
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Date: 2024-09-09 12:47 pm (UTC)His hand moves down and up again, their cocks sliding sideways against one another in his grip, and Raju shudders, in his chest and shoulders and breath, all shaking for an instant against Francis. The hand around Francis' sack twitches. "How do you feel now, Francis?" he breathes. "Like dropping me?"
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Date: 2024-09-09 09:01 pm (UTC)The cheek! And worst part is Ram knows exactly what he’s doing, teasing Crozier while he’s got a very firm (though pleasant) grip on his stones. “I feel like fucking you into the ground,” he growls.
In fact, being horizontal seems more practical with each passing second. He freezes his left hand to splay it beside Ram’s head against the tree, hitching Ram up again by the thigh in some ploy to gain some control back. With Ram’s hand on him there’s only so much he can do; he can’t really buck forward or grind into him, and he can’t spare a hand of his own right now, so he’s left with his mouth which eventually finds a spot on his neck to kiss.
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Date: 2024-09-09 09:53 pm (UTC)"Oh?" He rolls his head to the side to give Francis' mouth room to move, hand over them moving up and turning its wrist and moving down again, hand on Francis' sack moving its fingers in small, idle motions. "Is that so? Why don't you tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
While he's completely in Raju's hands, while he can't afford to so much as twitch his hips too far. The knowledge of it's in Raju's voice and in his eyes when he rolls his head just far enough back to look at Francis, the self satisfaction and the eagerness and the joy.
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Date: 2024-09-10 12:57 am (UTC)He takes advantage of the expanded area of neck available to him and covers it in kisses, biting gently at a spot that would be visible just above his collar and swiping his tongue over the mark. How hard the bite directly correlates to how gentle the touch from Ram’s hands; he knows he has him wrapped around his finger.
He knows vaguely what he wants - an idea, a notion, something talked about but nothing he’s ever experienced or done first hand. But he suddenly wants it very badly, to be buried inside Ram’s body, to be enveloped by him entirely and listen to all the noises he’d make as he fucked him sweetly. He knows himself, he’d be embarrassed to say if this were any other situation, but Rama has him by the stones and he’s looking at him like his very stare could set him ablaze.
“I want to be inside of you,” he says, knowing full-well that it’s Ram who is in charge, it’s Ram who has the final say-so. “I want to have you.”
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Date: 2024-09-10 03:27 pm (UTC)Because he's going to finish them here first, of course. Then, after that, there's no reason they shouldn't be able to try something else.
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Date: 2024-09-10 11:39 pm (UTC)His heart threatens to jump out of his chest and up his throat as Ram locks eyes with him. He inhales sharply; what does he make of what he wants? And then Ram makes his decision.
“Yes,” he tells him immediately, no not an ounce of hesitation. By god, he can be ready again for this man. “God, yes.”
Crozier kisses him again, both of his hands grabbing for Ram’s arse as he encourages him to move his hand again.
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Date: 2024-09-11 01:21 am (UTC)Raju doesn't have it in him to look back at the memory. Everything is focused on the now, on the way Francis' skin feels against his in his hand, the way it feels under his fingertip as Raju pushes and scrapes carefully, experimentally. His eyes have fixed themselves on Francis', his lips stay parted, panting out warm air, and he is all sensation, all joy, Francis' joy.
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Date: 2024-09-11 01:23 pm (UTC)As much as he wants to kiss Rama’s smile and feel that obvious delight against his mouth, he has the mental capacity still to recognize when the attempt might throw them both off. Instead he settles for leaning his face against Ram’s, alternating between that or resting his head on his shoulder, groans becoming louder and louder the more Rama persists with his touch.
He can’t recall the conversation that would have led to this, nor anything else for that matter. He’s starting to see stars behind his eyes and feel that familiar tension in his abdomen - building pleasure and building pleasure, pressed against this wonderful, beautiful man who laughs with his eyes and hands and shoulders and kisses him with such unadulterated passion. He groans again, this time as a warning, or about as close as he can manage.
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