Between the noise and the tension in Francis' body Raju catches his meaning and shifts a little, moves the angle of his hand, and hopefully when Francis finishes the mess will go in some harmless direction. He could make certain if he moved more but he doesn't want to move, he wants to feel Francis' body against his, in his care, the line of Francis' side against his and his hip under the crook of Raju's knee and Francis' head against his shoulder.
"I love... the noises you make," Raju manages, roughly between hard breaths panting out against the side of Francis' face, hands moving. "I'm making you sound that way. Let me hear you."
Crozier can't quite wrap his mind around the fact that Ram seems to enjoy the way he sounds. Seems to enjoy him, seems to like those things that he's never considering worth liking, seems to love those things.
"Christ, but you do love me," he whispers, as though it's only just occurred to him. It's entirely ridiculous and he knows it, and he laughs helplessly into Ram's shoulder, though it quickly turns into a strangled groan. He can't last, he won't, he doesn't want to. His fingers dig hard into the muscles of his arse, spending into Rama's hand with those same noises Rama professes to love so much.
It's the words that tip Rama over, the words and the laughter after them, even more than the fingers digging into his arse — and it is Rama in these moments, with the you do love me whispered next to his ear in that voice — and his usually silent orgasm comes with a laugh, happiness spilling over. He lifts his cheek from Francis' head to see snow melting in a spreading circle from around his feet, smiles, then gives Francis a last fond touch, shuddering at the feeling over his own sensitive skin too, and tucks them back into their trousers, turning his head to kiss at whatever part of Francis' face is nearest.
"You only just realised?" he murmurs after a quiet moment, laughter still in his voice. "I haven't been doing half the job I thought I had."
He can feel the moment Rama starts to tense, but the laugh - god, the laugh is like flint hitting steel, it sparks in his stomach and chest - makes his entire body shake in his arms. All those sculpted muscles on a lean and healthy body quaking in obvious delight, and he’s the one responsible.
He picks his head up as well and kisses him back, because yes, he only just realized, but just this part. Just this little thing, that Ram loves the noises he makes when they’re intimate, is brand new information. Someone loves him for something as little as the noises he makes.
Raju kisses him back a great deal more slowly than he'd have been able to a few minutes ago, fingers sliding up Francis' sides, palms over Francis' stomach and his chest. He pulls back smiling, quiet for another moment while he enjoys the close view of Francis' eyes.
"Come on," he decides happily, hand sliding down Francis' arm for his hand as he steps away, turning, with no regard for the loose, wobbly feeling at his knees. It'll be another challenge, like the way the snow melts under his shoes as he moves over it. He isn't sure if he's run before feeling quite this way. "I said we'd run back, didn't I? Are you as quick on the ground as you are in the air?"
It’s the only time he’s been eager to let go of Ram, and it’s only when he reminds himself of the promise of more. “I don’t think I’m nearly as fast as you,” he laughs, trying to straighten out his clothes and roll up his sleeves. He’s worked up a bit of a sweat.
“But I’m willing to try.”
He grins, noticing the puddles around Rama’s feet and side-stepping one of them to find his mark. All that burning skin, he finally realizes must have a fire burning on the inside instead of the out.
“Ready? Go!”
Despite the wobbly knees he somehow finds it within himself to sprint forward, all that blood resettling elsewhere in his body.
Raju watches him rolling up his sleeves, biting his lip over a smile. When Francis yells go without waiting at all after his ready Raju's smile breaks out into a grin and Raju dashes behind him. It seems like Francis is having an easier time finding his balance than Raju, those wobbly knees giving him more trouble than he'd expected. He feels like he could run faster than the sun, but the happiness let loose by their lovemaking is running lose inside his body, distracting it when he tells it to go. He feels loose all over and if he hadn't spent so long going back and forth through these woods in every moment he could stand to spend outside, he might have fallen on his face at least a couple times by now. He does come close.
He doesn't manage a jump quite high enough and only mostly clears a log, stumbling on the landing. "Have you ever waited a full count before a race?" he calls to Francis, laughing. "Or do you always cheat this way?"
Crozier isn’t as interested as winning this one as he had in their race to climb up and down the tree. He’s also not nearly as fast, and so when Ram stumbles he was only about three or so pages away, close enough that he can turn about and grab the stumbling man by the arm. Mid-hold he changes his mind again and takes him by the hand, running forward again with Ram’s right hand firmly clenched in his left.
Raju lets out a hard, happy breath, only remembering to look away from Francis a moment later, luckily before any of the scenery reminds him he ought to be watching out for it. He's starting to breathe more heavily, his legs are working, he'd be surprised if his skin wasn't flushed darker, from the exertion or from Francis or from simple happiness, or all three. "Then maybe you don't know the rules at all!" he counters, shifting their grip to link their fingers more tightly together. "How do you expect to win if you're taking me with you?"
"I'm winning right now," he laughs breathlessly, yanking him closer. Close enough to accidentally brush his shoulder against Ram's as they continue to hurry down the path together, though it does slow him up some. "I'm with you."
Yes, yes, horribly romantic to the point of being a little sickening, but what does he care right now? He's in love and full of energy and everything feels just a bit brighter in the moment.
Any cooling down his body might have started is undone when he hears it; Raju's smile is fit to split his face, his grip tightens. He hasn't missed the way pulling him close has slowed Francis down and lets himself stumble again, this time toward Francis to bump into him, wanting to tease, slow him down further.
"Then we'll just have to share the prize," Raju says, gaze fixed on him again, now counting completely on Francis and his own peripheral vision to warn him to one side or another for logs or trees or dips in the path. He has more important things to be looking at just now.
Crozier's balance and concentration begins to suffer as Rama smiles, completely and utterly dazzled by him. He laughs quietly as the shoulder-bump causes him to misstep, but he yanks Rama with him as he crookedly walks along the path.
He watches the forest ahead, even though he can feel Ram's eyes on him and is oh-so-tempted to turn and pin him to a tree again, and finally responds with an affectionate squeeze of his hand. "Ah, I think we'd enjoy sharing, don't you?" he laughs, turning quickly to give into the temptation of Rama's face being so close by stealing a peck to the cheek.
"I think I'd enjoy getting inside a lot faster," Raju answers, grinning at Francis for a moment more before looking ahead of them to try and take the lead, speeding up. He'd leaned after Francis at the peck on his cheek, unthinking and helpless not to give in, at least for a moment, to the urge to follow him and move closer. But the faster they get to a place with real privacy the faster he can get just as close as he wants to, and that's worth holding out for.
He thinks he’d enjoy that very much himself. He lets Rama yank him forward and starts to jog again, seeing the path up to their cabin in no time at all. They didn’t get very far in their walk before they’d gotten sidetracked, after all.
It’s Crozier’s turn to start running again, but he doesn’t let go of Ram’s hand. He won’t until they’re inside and he can have his hands all over him, at the very least.
Raju laughs and puts on an extra burst of speed too, the heavy tug of their linked hands making his feet even lighter, and he doesn't bother to close the door before he's pulling Francis by that hand and crashing into him to kiss him, without much regard for how well or badly he's fitting their faces and bodies together.
"Take this damn blanket off me," he rasps as he pulls back, his free hand tugging in an enthusiastic, undirected way at Francis' collar. There must be a cold air blowing in from the open door, but the happiness putting heat off him like a furnace hasn't cooled and he can't feel it. "And everything under it too. It's hot in here."
It occurs to him sharply and suddenly - he might get to see Rama completely bare. It hasn’t happened before, all their encounters have involved some form of clothing, little fits and starts of nudity but never anything close to naked due to the cold. He’s admired Rama in pieces, his stomach or his arm or the feel of his chest and thigh under his hand, but the thought of potentially seeing all at once is absolutely thrilling.
“Christ, yes.”
Crozier isn’t going to worry about his own clothes until Ram’s good and bare. He takes the order to heart, yanking off the blanket and then his other layers, peeling one by one off at record speed with his two hands until Ram is standing chest out in front of him. And god, the wait was worth it. He’s sculpted like a god, perky tits with dark-colored nipples, strong shoulders and lean waist, and — surprisingly very little chest hair.
He’s gorgeous, of course, and Crozier unabashedly stares and touches, allowing just this brief pause before his hands are on the waistband of his trousers.
Raju laughs, forced to abandon any attempts at getting Francis' clothes off in order to move his arms, allow Francis what he wants. And Francis wants it, seeming just as hungry as Raju, the two of them just as in step in this as they'd been running here. It's flattering, the way Francis pauses even now to look, once he's half done. Raju knows he isn't what he'd been in Delhi, spending so much time enjoying himself with Francis instead of training. And he eats more than he had in the barracks. Still, whatever Francis wants must be what he finds, and sharp satisfaction spreads over Raju's face as Francis' fingertips and his stare move over Raju's skin.
"You like it?" he breathes, leaning forward to tug at Francis' jumper now that Francis can take care of shedding the bottom half of Raju's layers without Raju's attention. "You should show me, too. I never get to see you."
“You can see me in a minute, don’t be so damned impatient,” he chuckles, trying to playfully swat him away. “I averted my eyes when we were at the hot springs, like a gentleman, when all I truly wanted was to stare like a lecher. I’m getting my fill now.”
He has him toe off his boots and then starts tugging the layers down all at once to expose his lower stomach and hips. “Worth the wait,” he mutters to himself, breath hitching in his throat as he pushes down his trousers and drawers and lets them unceremoniously puddle around Rama’s feet.
God damn. It’s obscene, how beautiful he looks, how utterly perfect. His hand fits just-so as he grasps his hip, letting his eyes roam and drink him in from lower legs up to the nape of his neck.
What a stupid place this is, to be so cold all of the time.
Despite the injustice of Francis' own clothes Raju helps, watching Francis' face fixedly, somehow not minding everything covering Francis up quite yet because the way Francis is looking at him...
There's even more left in him to set alight because the way Francis is looking at him lights something up, something Raju hadn't expected to feel quite the way it does, and after a moment he realises it's because the way Francis is staring is new.
Seetha had looked, of course. She'd looked, and she'd loved him. But she'd been familiar with his body, in one way or another, for all the life she could remember living. They'd both been, with the other. They'd treasured one another but, he realises, hadn't ever thought to marvel quite this way. Maybe it had never occurred to her, the way it had never occurred to him. Francis, now, is looking at him like he's a wonder, a revelation, and the pleasure of being looked at that way by this man overflows into another flush over Raju's skin, at his chest and neck, across his cheeks as he stands there, trousers pooled around his ankles, unmoving even as the hand on his hip flares into pinprick feeling in every little place Francis is touching. Raju's chin lifts as he breathes in slowly, expression awe and helpless pleasure. His hands curl into happy fists.
"Your face," Raju murmurs and then expectantly, hoping to hear some elaboration on the topic, maybe the same heat in Francis' words that Raju's feeling from his gaze now: "You do like it. As much as that?"
“My face,” he echos distractedly, finally daring to caress his chest with the lightest brush of his fingertips. He follows down his sternum and under the sweep of his pectorals, back up over one nipple to follow the slope of his collarbone. “Oh, yes,” he whispers, eyes wide and voice awed as though beholding something holy. “I like it very much.”
Rama belongs on an altar - his bed will serve, of course. He follows his fingers as they sweep along his shoulder and then back down to his hip, eyes drinking in what he can see of his lower half. Strong thighs, pretty cock, muscled abdomen and pelvis, shapely legs. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he tells him breathlessly. “My god. The whole picture…it’s so much more than I could have imagined. I need to see you on our bed. I want you laid out for me so I can touch and taste all these perfect pieces of you.”
Raju's laugh is a quiet, giddy little huff of air, his gaze fixed on Francis and his lips pulling into a smile he couldn't stop if he'd wanted to. The more Francis brushes against Raju with his fingertips so carefully with that awe on his face the more Raju leans in toward him, the fists he's holding his hands in the only thing keeping them at his sides. But it's too... too wonderful, being looked at that way, touched that way, as if something worth that awe is happening just because Raju is standing here all bared to him, to break the spell by reaching back no matter how strong the pull Raju feels to touch him.
The sweep of Francis' fingers makes Raju shudder, the trail it leaves over his skin and the joy filling him up hardening his cock, too. "Beautiful?" he murmurs, not sure why the word is striking him so powerfully now when he's never cared for the word one way or the other before, from anywhere but Francis' lips. But the way Francis is looking at him. He isn't even asking Raju to do anything to look at him like some treasure of immeasurable value that he'd never expected to stand in the presence of. To stand here and be seen is enough, the end unto itself.
"If you don't take your clothes off first," he promises, voice low and eager and smiling, "I'm going to tear them off."
Can he? It doesn't matter. He'll find a way. He has a knife, somewhere.
“Tear them off and you’ll have to mend them later,” he teases, gentle caresses pausing for a moment. He cups Rama’s face in his hands, eyes drinking the graceful slope of his nose and his dark, thick eyelashes and brow. His eyes, glittering bright and half-moon shaped from the smile that reaches it, lock with his and he smiles in adoration.
“Beautiful,” he repeats. He tips his head forward and presses a kiss to his lips; if his mouth is occupied then he can’t protest. But he does relent after a minute of kissing, what started slow and sweet growing hot and heavy again. He pulls back and finally allows Rama to help him out of his clothes.
Raju'd started pressing into the kiss, his hands finally allowed to uncurl and touch and already slipping underneath Francis' jumper, sliding over skin, and when Francis pulls back Raju's hands slide all the way up, pulling everything off Francis' top half at once whether Francis is ready or not to keep it from getting stuck on his arms or his face.
"You got to look at me," he says, half-trying to make it sound like a complaint and half focusing on unbuttoning Francis' trousers. "Now let me look at you. All this waiting, Francis."
He did get to look at him, and he’s going to keep looking at him. This is just a temporary setback. “It’s terrible, isn’t it? All that waiting,” he chuckles softly, his gaze drifting down to his own chest as he pushes his wayward hair from his face.
Oh. That’s right, the scars left by the tuunbaq is gone. He’d almost forgotten about them entirely, but it strikes him odd not to see it on himself, those obvious claw marks as signature a marker as his stub of a hand. He blinks away some of his surprise and looks up at him with a sheepish smile.
Raju looks up from Francis' trousers long enough to meet Francis' sheepish smile with his warm one. "If you'd taken these all off earlier you'd have had more time to get used to it," he teases, sliding Francis' trousers down along with his pants beneath them, hands lingering over Francis' hips. Raju steps in close to him, and his hands slide behind Francis, and Raju gives a sigh of contentment when his hands settle to cup half each of Francis' arse.
"This here," he says, his hands jiggling their cargo for a moment. "You said it's different now, earlier. How different?"
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Date: 2024-09-11 07:25 pm (UTC)"I love... the noises you make," Raju manages, roughly between hard breaths panting out against the side of Francis' face, hands moving. "I'm making you sound that way. Let me hear you."
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Date: 2024-09-12 01:27 am (UTC)Crozier can't quite wrap his mind around the fact that Ram seems to enjoy the way he sounds. Seems to enjoy him, seems to like those things that he's never considering worth liking, seems to love those things.
"Christ, but you do love me," he whispers, as though it's only just occurred to him. It's entirely ridiculous and he knows it, and he laughs helplessly into Ram's shoulder, though it quickly turns into a strangled groan. He can't last, he won't, he doesn't want to. His fingers dig hard into the muscles of his arse, spending into Rama's hand with those same noises Rama professes to love so much.
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Date: 2024-09-12 12:43 pm (UTC)"You only just realised?" he murmurs after a quiet moment, laughter still in his voice. "I haven't been doing half the job I thought I had."
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Date: 2024-09-12 05:24 pm (UTC)He can feel the moment Rama starts to tense, but the laugh - god, the laugh is like flint hitting steel, it sparks in his stomach and chest - makes his entire body shake in his arms. All those sculpted muscles on a lean and healthy body quaking in obvious delight, and he’s the one responsible.
He picks his head up as well and kisses him back, because yes, he only just realized, but just this part. Just this little thing, that Ram loves the noises he makes when they’re intimate, is brand new information. Someone loves him for something as little as the noises he makes.
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Date: 2024-09-12 06:55 pm (UTC)"Come on," he decides happily, hand sliding down Francis' arm for his hand as he steps away, turning, with no regard for the loose, wobbly feeling at his knees. It'll be another challenge, like the way the snow melts under his shoes as he moves over it. He isn't sure if he's run before feeling quite this way. "I said we'd run back, didn't I? Are you as quick on the ground as you are in the air?"
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Date: 2024-09-12 10:33 pm (UTC)It’s the only time he’s been eager to let go of Ram, and it’s only when he reminds himself of the promise of more. “I don’t think I’m nearly as fast as you,” he laughs, trying to straighten out his clothes and roll up his sleeves. He’s worked up a bit of a sweat.
“But I’m willing to try.”
He grins, noticing the puddles around Rama’s feet and side-stepping one of them to find his mark. All that burning skin, he finally realizes must have a fire burning on the inside instead of the out.
“Ready? Go!”
Despite the wobbly knees he somehow finds it within himself to sprint forward, all that blood resettling elsewhere in his body.
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Date: 2024-09-12 11:19 pm (UTC)He doesn't manage a jump quite high enough and only mostly clears a log, stumbling on the landing. "Have you ever waited a full count before a race?" he calls to Francis, laughing. "Or do you always cheat this way?"
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Date: 2024-09-13 12:42 am (UTC)“I don’t always race!” he laughs brightly.
Crozier isn’t as interested as winning this one as he had in their race to climb up and down the tree. He’s also not nearly as fast, and so when Ram stumbles he was only about three or so pages away, close enough that he can turn about and grab the stumbling man by the arm. Mid-hold he changes his mind again and takes him by the hand, running forward again with Ram’s right hand firmly clenched in his left.
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Date: 2024-09-13 01:59 am (UTC)"I'm winning right now," he laughs breathlessly, yanking him closer. Close enough to accidentally brush his shoulder against Ram's as they continue to hurry down the path together, though it does slow him up some. "I'm with you."
Yes, yes, horribly romantic to the point of being a little sickening, but what does he care right now? He's in love and full of energy and everything feels just a bit brighter in the moment.
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Date: 2024-09-13 01:22 pm (UTC)"Then we'll just have to share the prize," Raju says, gaze fixed on him again, now counting completely on Francis and his own peripheral vision to warn him to one side or another for logs or trees or dips in the path. He has more important things to be looking at just now.
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Date: 2024-09-14 02:42 am (UTC)Crozier's balance and concentration begins to suffer as Rama smiles, completely and utterly dazzled by him. He laughs quietly as the shoulder-bump causes him to misstep, but he yanks Rama with him as he crookedly walks along the path.
He watches the forest ahead, even though he can feel Ram's eyes on him and is oh-so-tempted to turn and pin him to a tree again, and finally responds with an affectionate squeeze of his hand. "Ah, I think we'd enjoy sharing, don't you?" he laughs, turning quickly to give into the temptation of Rama's face being so close by stealing a peck to the cheek.
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Date: 2024-09-14 10:02 pm (UTC)He thinks he’d enjoy that very much himself. He lets Rama yank him forward and starts to jog again, seeing the path up to their cabin in no time at all. They didn’t get very far in their walk before they’d gotten sidetracked, after all.
It’s Crozier’s turn to start running again, but he doesn’t let go of Ram’s hand. He won’t until they’re inside and he can have his hands all over him, at the very least.
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Date: 2024-09-15 01:39 pm (UTC)"Take this damn blanket off me," he rasps as he pulls back, his free hand tugging in an enthusiastic, undirected way at Francis' collar. There must be a cold air blowing in from the open door, but the happiness putting heat off him like a furnace hasn't cooled and he can't feel it. "And everything under it too. It's hot in here."
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Date: 2024-09-15 08:55 pm (UTC)It occurs to him sharply and suddenly - he might get to see Rama completely bare. It hasn’t happened before, all their encounters have involved some form of clothing, little fits and starts of nudity but never anything close to naked due to the cold. He’s admired Rama in pieces, his stomach or his arm or the feel of his chest and thigh under his hand, but the thought of potentially seeing all at once is absolutely thrilling.
“Christ, yes.”
Crozier isn’t going to worry about his own clothes until Ram’s good and bare. He takes the order to heart, yanking off the blanket and then his other layers, peeling one by one off at record speed with his two hands until Ram is standing chest out in front of him. And god, the wait was worth it. He’s sculpted like a god, perky tits with dark-colored nipples, strong shoulders and lean waist, and — surprisingly very little chest hair.
He’s gorgeous, of course, and Crozier unabashedly stares and touches, allowing just this brief pause before his hands are on the waistband of his trousers.
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Date: 2024-09-15 11:53 pm (UTC)"You like it?" he breathes, leaning forward to tug at Francis' jumper now that Francis can take care of shedding the bottom half of Raju's layers without Raju's attention. "You should show me, too. I never get to see you."
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Date: 2024-09-16 01:22 am (UTC)“You can see me in a minute, don’t be so damned impatient,” he chuckles, trying to playfully swat him away. “I averted my eyes when we were at the hot springs, like a gentleman, when all I truly wanted was to stare like a lecher. I’m getting my fill now.”
He has him toe off his boots and then starts tugging the layers down all at once to expose his lower stomach and hips. “Worth the wait,” he mutters to himself, breath hitching in his throat as he pushes down his trousers and drawers and lets them unceremoniously puddle around Rama’s feet.
God damn. It’s obscene, how beautiful he looks, how utterly perfect. His hand fits just-so as he grasps his hip, letting his eyes roam and drink him in from lower legs up to the nape of his neck.
What a stupid place this is, to be so cold all of the time.
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Date: 2024-09-16 02:54 am (UTC)There's even more left in him to set alight because the way Francis is looking at him lights something up, something Raju hadn't expected to feel quite the way it does, and after a moment he realises it's because the way Francis is staring is new.
Seetha had looked, of course. She'd looked, and she'd loved him. But she'd been familiar with his body, in one way or another, for all the life she could remember living. They'd both been, with the other. They'd treasured one another but, he realises, hadn't ever thought to marvel quite this way. Maybe it had never occurred to her, the way it had never occurred to him. Francis, now, is looking at him like he's a wonder, a revelation, and the pleasure of being looked at that way by this man overflows into another flush over Raju's skin, at his chest and neck, across his cheeks as he stands there, trousers pooled around his ankles, unmoving even as the hand on his hip flares into pinprick feeling in every little place Francis is touching. Raju's chin lifts as he breathes in slowly, expression awe and helpless pleasure. His hands curl into happy fists.
"Your face," Raju murmurs and then expectantly, hoping to hear some elaboration on the topic, maybe the same heat in Francis' words that Raju's feeling from his gaze now: "You do like it. As much as that?"
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Date: 2024-09-16 11:33 pm (UTC)“My face,” he echos distractedly, finally daring to caress his chest with the lightest brush of his fingertips. He follows down his sternum and under the sweep of his pectorals, back up over one nipple to follow the slope of his collarbone. “Oh, yes,” he whispers, eyes wide and voice awed as though beholding something holy. “I like it very much.”
Rama belongs on an altar - his bed will serve, of course. He follows his fingers as they sweep along his shoulder and then back down to his hip, eyes drinking in what he can see of his lower half. Strong thighs, pretty cock, muscled abdomen and pelvis, shapely legs. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he tells him breathlessly. “My god. The whole picture…it’s so much more than I could have imagined. I need to see you on our bed. I want you laid out for me so I can touch and taste all these perfect pieces of you.”
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Date: 2024-09-17 01:49 pm (UTC)The sweep of Francis' fingers makes Raju shudder, the trail it leaves over his skin and the joy filling him up hardening his cock, too. "Beautiful?" he murmurs, not sure why the word is striking him so powerfully now when he's never cared for the word one way or the other before, from anywhere but Francis' lips. But the way Francis is looking at him. He isn't even asking Raju to do anything to look at him like some treasure of immeasurable value that he'd never expected to stand in the presence of. To stand here and be seen is enough, the end unto itself.
"If you don't take your clothes off first," he promises, voice low and eager and smiling, "I'm going to tear them off."
Can he? It doesn't matter. He'll find a way. He has a knife, somewhere.
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Date: 2024-09-17 09:00 pm (UTC)“Tear them off and you’ll have to mend them later,” he teases, gentle caresses pausing for a moment. He cups Rama’s face in his hands, eyes drinking the graceful slope of his nose and his dark, thick eyelashes and brow. His eyes, glittering bright and half-moon shaped from the smile that reaches it, lock with his and he smiles in adoration.
“Beautiful,” he repeats. He tips his head forward and presses a kiss to his lips; if his mouth is occupied then he can’t protest. But he does relent after a minute of kissing, what started slow and sweet growing hot and heavy again. He pulls back and finally allows Rama to help him out of his clothes.
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Date: 2024-09-17 10:52 pm (UTC)"You got to look at me," he says, half-trying to make it sound like a complaint and half focusing on unbuttoning Francis' trousers. "Now let me look at you. All this waiting, Francis."
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Date: 2024-09-17 11:31 pm (UTC)He did get to look at him, and he’s going to keep looking at him. This is just a temporary setback. “It’s terrible, isn’t it? All that waiting,” he chuckles softly, his gaze drifting down to his own chest as he pushes his wayward hair from his face.
Oh. That’s right, the scars left by the tuunbaq is gone. He’d almost forgotten about them entirely, but it strikes him odd not to see it on himself, those obvious claw marks as signature a marker as his stub of a hand. He blinks away some of his surprise and looks up at him with a sheepish smile.
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Date: 2024-09-17 11:48 pm (UTC)"This here," he says, his hands jiggling their cargo for a moment. "You said it's different now, earlier. How different?"
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