Well, there’s bound to be some strange feelings, but strange isn’t painful and the demand for more experimentation a fairly encouraging start. “That’s…probably expected,” he supplies, not knowing what’s normal and what’s not. But having someone finger you for the first time is bound to be a usual sensation, and he lets out another laugh through his nose.
“All-right, let’s try…” He trails off with a nod and tries to do exactly that, circling his finger inside of him and watching his face for any wince or twitch of pain.
Maybe if he touched him it would help…couldn’t hurt, at least? He sits up, still mindful not to jerk his hand away or make sudden movements that might hurt him, and takes his cock into his hand to give him a few long strokes.
There's not pain on his face as Francis' finger circles but there is something, something the half-frown and absent gaze says he's paying attention to. The crease between his brows eases as the motion goes on — it does feel good, over top of that odd background sensation that's starting to creep more toward the foreground, now.
And then Francis puts his hand around Raju's cock and Raju gasps quietly, not expecting it, holds the breath and feels the movement of Francis' hand, wiggles his hips and tips his head back at the sensation of both of Francis' hands working on him at once. It occurs to him that Francis wouldn't have been able to do this before, not both things at the same time— not unless he was willing to use his mouth—
Raju closes his eyes, realising he's panting a little as he cuts the thought off there. He has enough to focus on already. And he's supposed to be telling Francis something.
"The... soap," he remembers as he opens his eyes to look up at the ceiling, voice a little more breathless than before. "Don't distract me before I can tell you. Um..."
It is a little embarrassing still, even as distracted as Raju is. "Maybe the oil instead. Or..."
Oil is harder to find though, isn't it? Do they have enough of it to... He can't tell. He's too... well. He's very distracted. "I don't know," he says with a little half-laugh, and lifts his head to smile at Francis, too warm and pleased with all of this to mind anything, even Francis knowing Raju was wrong about something.
The soap? Is it not…doing what it’s meant to do? It all feels fairly well-lubricated to him, and both his hands still while Raju finally gets out the cause of the ‘strangeness’. Oil, not soap, the soap is…?
He pulls his fingers out with a deeply furrowed brow. What’s wrong with the soap?
And then he realizes, and his head drops in exasperation. “Jesus Christ, we’re idiots,” he mutters. Soap is scented and likely made with things one wouldn’t want inside their body, and he’d just gone ahead and pushed a fair amount into Rama.
He starts to laugh softly as he wipes his hand on a shirt on the floor. “Do you need to…ah, are you…”
Oh, this is ridiculous. He starts to laugh again, louder this time, at himself and at Rama’s choice of words and just at the two of them, really, and shakes his head quickly. “Let me get something to wash it off, Ram,” he tells him, leaning forward to press a fond kiss to his lips.
Francis' laughter coaxes more out of Raju too, his half-laugh turning into a giggle, and he leans forward into it when Francis kisses him. Maybe the embarrassment of making the wrong decision doesn't have to be that terrible, this one time. "I don't need to, no," he answers what they're both talking around, grinning. "It burns a little, that's all."
But he doesn't mind letting Francis go to get something to wash some of it off with, either. He leans back onto the bed again to wait, allows himself to squirm a little, bites his lip. It should feel ridiculous, shouldn't it, being tended to like this? But what he's thinking is mostly that all this is already more fun than he'd have expected, if he'd thought to expect anything at all; that particular feeling of the soap where it is, in other circumstances... Well.
While Francis goes wherever he's going Raju cups a hand around his cock again. Coming back to that won't surprise Francis this time but Raju likes doing it, likes Francis watching him doing it. And it distracts him from the fact of laying here waiting.
Crozier’s hurried journey takes him back to the washroom for a dampened flannel and then a brief pause in the kitchen. Oil is a scarce resource, but then again, having two hands and a very comfortably-naked Rama in his bed is as equally as rare and should be enjoyed. To hell with seasoned food, he wants to have his man.
He returns with both things, eyes immediately landing on Ram’s busy hand, and once more his own cock throbs in response to the sight. Crozier sucks in his breath and eases himself back down beside Ram on the bed, setting the cloth in his non-occupied hand and then dipping forward to suck a reddened mark onto one of his beautiful tits.
Raju watches, delighted, as Francis bends over his chest, and squirms at the electric sensation of his mouth. The squirm and twitching tensing of his muscles sends another wave of that burning sensation through the other end of him and Raju grunts, head falling back. "You're so... distractable," Raju manages, voice breathy with pleasure. One hand moves up to Francis' head. moving itself over his hair. "Weren't you going to do something?"
“I’m getting there,” he mutters mid-lick. He doesn’t raise his head but does manage to pass the cloth to Ram, smiling against his skin as he does so. “Tell me when you’re ready to try again.”
Until then he’ll keep himself occupied by lavishing attention to one of Ram’s nipples, the other getting a decidedly rougher treatment as it’s tweaked and pinched by Crozier’s fingers.
Raju's writhing gains a distinctly urgent tone, movements faster and harder as he squirms. His hand's been clenched around the cloth for a moment before he remembers what it's for, and it's a moment again before he realises why Francis has handed it to him.
"I'm ready now," he complains, the hand on Francis' hair moving down to his shoulder to clench there. "Francis—"
He laughs breathily, shaking his head. Francis handed him the cloth, and how he has to try and focus on what he needs to be doing with it. He takes his hand off Francis' shoulder and moves the cloth over to it, then reaches down, laughing again when he feels what he's doing and realises all the rubbing he's going to have to do here is going to send this current of sensation rushing through him even harder. "Francis," he laughs. "You're terrible. Do you know what this feels like?"
“I can’t, no,” he laughs. The scrabbling at his shoulder finally makes him relent, just for a moment to let Ram collect himself. He’s going to watch him though, just as turned on watching him laugh in exasperation as he tries to clean up from their previous attempt.
He should probably be ready for him when he’s finished though; god knows he’s teased him enough already. He gropes for the bottle of oil and opens it up with two-handed ease, spreading it across his fingers with a little smirk. “I’ll get mine next time, I’m sure.”
"Mm. You will," Raju promises, fervently. "It's good. I never thought about it before. I want to do this to you, exactly like this."
He focuses for a moment. His nipples and his chest are still singing with the echoes of Francis' teeth and lips and tongue, but that wonderful mouth itself has moved away, so focusing is a little easier. Good enough, he decides, and lets out a hard breath when he pulls his cloth-covered fingers out. "Now," he breathes, glancing at his hand as he flicks the cloth closed and reaches blindly to set it aside but putting most of his focus to Francis, to putting his free right hand over Francis' chest, rubbing down over Francis' stomach and his side. "Right now, Francis. The longer you make me wait the longer I make you wait for it next time."
Francis has a fair amount more patience, generally, than Raju does. That doesn't matter. Waiting is the most terrible thing Raju can think of right now, so it's the only threat that he has.
“Now,” Crozier repeats, a little dazed. He wants to see Ram’s fingers disappear like that again. Maybe if he’s loose enough he’ll be able to fuck himself on his own hand -
Focus. Focus. He has to focus, even as his mind’s bombarded with thoughts of Ram having his perfectly reasonable revenge on him. A shiver travels from the base of his neck down along his spine, somewhere along the way triggering the part of him that feels that electric surge of desire. A mischievous little look crosses his face before his oiled-coated fingers quickly replace the ones that Rama had taken away from himself.
He’s tight and hot, and now he’s delightfully slick, and Crozier presses kisses along Rama’s neck as he pumps his fingers in and out of him. “I don’t need much convincing,” he murmurs, “if it’s half as good as you make it look I’d be eager to try it. This side of it is so damn good too, Rama.”
Raju huffs an appreciative breath as he turns his head, giving Francis' lips more room. "Good..." he murmurs and his right hand reaches up to move over Francis' jaw, to rest at the back of his neck. But he needs to touch Francis more while Francis is here and bare like this, needs more of everything, so he lifts his legs to try and bend them over whatever part of Francis is there to wrap around behind. If that pulls Francis closer to him that will be wonderful, and if it jolts Francis out of his rhythm for a moment that's good too; just because Raju's having a wonderful time doesn't mean he's past wanting to tease him.
It succeeds in both aspects, pulling Crozier’s hips down and blocking him from moving his hand as freely. “And you fussed at me for taking my time!” he grumbles, biting his neck in mock annoyance. “Here I am giving you what you want.”
He takes his own form of revenge and hooks his fingers slightly, angling them up into his body as he pushes slower and deeper.
Francis pretends to be annoyed and bites his neck, and Raju's cheeks curve with his wide, self-satisfied grin. But an instant later the expression's gone; his eyes widen, he pulls in a gasp that's nearly louder than most of the other noises he's made this far. The hand on the back of Francis' hand is clutching tightly enough on its own that he's glad he's kept up with trimming his nails. He doesn't want to hurt Francis even a little, it's just...
The blankets and cloth clutched under his left hand are on fire. A little. A very little. He looks at them for a second, panting, then moves his palm over them and tightens his grip to snuff them out.
"Francis," Raju breathes, looking up at him. "Do that again. Whatever you did."
Even if Ram did hurt him he’d be forgiven. Maybe even in the moment he might encourage it - who’s to say what he might crave from him?
He sees the smoke and for a split second looks bewildered. Did he just…? Was that a fire he saw? He looks down into Ram’s face and replicates exactly what he did before, pushing his fingers inside of him deeply and then curving his fingers upward.
They may set the bed on fire. It’d be entirely worth it.
Raju's prepared for it this time. Still, his hips buck and squirm and he lays panting, openmouthed. His legs try to pull Francis a little closer as his hips squirm again, looking for friction, breath shuddering at the feeling of Francis against him. "You have to try this," he breathes shakily and laughs a little, giddy. "I'm not going to..."
It's embarrassing but it's true, so he makes himself warn Francis, and feels his cheeks reddening. "Ah, to last much longer. I think. If there's something else you said you wanted to do..." In spite of the complaint in his tone, Raju's grinning as he looks up at Francis. He can't help it. He doesn't think he could be doing anything else now if he'd tried.
He has little doubt that the first chance Rama gets he’s going to pin Crozier down and do exactly what was done to him, but he’s far too distracted to imagine it. Where Rama is a little embarrassed but mostly giddy, Crozier is simply overcome. Feeling Rama clench down on his fingers, the heat and the perfect pressure, has made him absolutely dizzy with want.
He presses a kiss to his neck and one to his shoulder as he eases his fingers back out of him, gripping Ram’s hips and using that strong hold from his thighs to position himself between his legs. Even typical logistical thinking is gone out the window - he doesn’t care about angles or fitting them together just-so, he just needs to slip into Ram, to be inside of him and feel for himself just how good this is.
Chest leaning forward slightly, hands still using Rama’s leg and hip for balance, he pauses to catch his breath when he makes that first slow ease into him. Not all the way, not quite yet, but just enough that Crozier is sorely tempted to snap his hips and drive himself in all the way up to the hilt. “Fucking hell,” he exhales.
Francis is going slow, taking a breath, and for once having to wait is a good thing; Raju might last that much longer, even now, with a moment to catch his own breath. But only a moment — looking up at Francis, Raju tightens the ring of muscle around Francis' cock, the sensation of it sending a shiver up through his body even though he's warm, as warm as he's ever been. His right hand grips Francis' arm hard, using the grip to keep his legs still instead of pulling Francis in closer to him. There's going to be time for that. Not yet. "Good?" he manages, grinning and completely confident of the answer.
He laughs under his breath. Smug, even now, even with another man inside of him. Rightly so though looking as he does below him, gorgeous and shuddering and tightening - he wants to drive him mad, clearly. "Incredible," he smiles, leaning down to kiss him as he finally fits them together snugly.
His left hand finds Ram's and entwines their fingers, palm against palm, as he pushes their hands against the bed and holds fast.
Francis' lips are against his, Francis' palm against his. He can even feel Francis' skin against his cock as Francis moves far enough inside him to fit the rest of them together. Raju's hand tightens and loosens rhythmically over Francis', feeling the fire of earlier try to spill over outside of him, feel Francis everywhere, and circle back again, the extra warmth sinking outward from inside him into his skin. His stomach muscles tighten as he leans forward into the kiss, holding himself up just enough to push into it.
"If I finish first, keep going," Raju breathes against Francis' lips. "I want to feel you."
If he finishes first - god, what a thought. Could he come just from this? Best not to think too much on it; he knows he's already metaphorically and literally playing with fire right now, and either one of them could lose their senses and end what's an indescribably-wonderful moment. Another first for them both, another experience just for the two of them and the two of them alone.
He nods softly; he'll keep going, absolutely and without question. He wants to be drunk on him, the kind of drunk that makes him feel invincible instead of invisible, the kind of drunk that makes he feel like he can do anything and everything. Crozier spreads his legs out for balance and raises himself up slightly, testing out this new position with a careful thrust of his hips.
Christ, he's perfect, inside and out.
"We'll see how long I can last," he laughs under his breath. "You feel so good."
The thrust has Raju grunting and tightening his grip around Francis' hand again, and he laughs as Francis does. "So do you," he admits, biting his lip over a smile. He's aware that he almost feels strange about it, doing this, is aware that he could, as much from the, ah, the location that's getting all this attention as the position he's in to do it. But like most other things that people, if they knew, would say that he shouldn't be doing, it does feel good. It feels wonderful, and Francis is here feeling it with him, and the touch of Francis' skin in so many different places is the only thing that keeps all of it from spilling out in anything more dangerous than this wonderful heat glowing through all of him.
He feels wonderful, and he wants to touch. He leans forward again to do it, happily anticipating what that will do to the angle of Francis' cock inside him, as far as he can with one hand pinned to the mattress, wanting to kiss any bit of skin that he can reach. He decides, at the last moment before his mouth connects, that he'd also like to bite a little. He wants more, and that feels somehow the way to get it, and he knows that Francis will understand.
He feels Ram trying to move, trying to crane his body up towards his, and doesn’t prevent it. He stops pushing against Ram’s hand and merely holds it, leaning forward as he tries to meet him and feeling the revitalizing sting of a bite on his skin.
Crozier does understand. He growls softly and snaps his hips, wanting to reward and encourage the teeth on his skin. It also feels so nice for him, deliriously so, and he seeks out more of that contact, more and more, bringing them together over and over.
The snap of Francis' hips gets a hard, happy noise out of Raju and then with Francis' movement more start making it out of him between his panting and he's clinging to Francis, free hand gripping Francis' shoulder and the other Francis' hand, and his hips are pumping in time with Francis' thrusts, and when the angle of their movements hits that spot Francis discovered before the noises Raju is making become more noise than breath. A moment later when the pleasure in him tips over and he spills onto Francis' stomach it's with a noise of surprise and a rush of heat into their linked hands, and he presses his forehead against Francis' neck and his shoulder. Then he starts kissing the skin there over and over, panting, but his hips are struggling to keep the pace they had been now and their movement stutters, and Raju has to lay back.
He's trying to move with Francis still but it's harder, he's loose and he's tired, and the kind of contentment moving through him is one he's only very seldom known. He can't express it by kissing the rest of Francis' skin any more; he contents himself with turning his head and kissing the hand linked with his instead, keeping his gaze turned upward, onto Francis' eyes. No matter what else has changed about Francis his eyes are the same shade of blue, the same tan ring around their inner edge. Like looking down into a riverbed. Or, up into one. The thought might not make sense; the only thing that does is the skin and warmth against him, the two of them, connected everywhere.
There's something about the rush of blood and raised adrenaline that makes things that wouldn't normally be appealing, like mixing bodily fluids or the rising heat between two people making everything slick with sweat, absolutely arousing. Crozier feels Ram tense underneath him, delightfully so, and holds him as closely as he can while he fucks him through his climax.
Rama is beautiful, peppering little kisses against skin and then his hand.
There's no way he'd ever last too much longer, not with the way he feels underneath him, not with how he's looking up at him like he's the only thing that exists in the world. Crozier eases himself down on top of him and cups Ram's face with his free hand, touching him tenderly as his own pace slows and becomes erratic and unbalanced. When he does spend it's with a lowered head pressed against Ram's shoulder, heavy breathing and a quiet groan as his body stills and then shudders.
He's still inside of him, joined with him. He can't think of anything else but him as his heart beat continues to race moments after he's spend himself.
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Date: 2024-09-28 10:28 pm (UTC)Well, there’s bound to be some strange feelings, but strange isn’t painful and the demand for more experimentation a fairly encouraging start. “That’s…probably expected,” he supplies, not knowing what’s normal and what’s not. But having someone finger you for the first time is bound to be a usual sensation, and he lets out another laugh through his nose.
“All-right, let’s try…” He trails off with a nod and tries to do exactly that, circling his finger inside of him and watching his face for any wince or twitch of pain.
Maybe if he touched him it would help…couldn’t hurt, at least? He sits up, still mindful not to jerk his hand away or make sudden movements that might hurt him, and takes his cock into his hand to give him a few long strokes.
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Date: 2024-09-28 11:46 pm (UTC)And then Francis puts his hand around Raju's cock and Raju gasps quietly, not expecting it, holds the breath and feels the movement of Francis' hand, wiggles his hips and tips his head back at the sensation of both of Francis' hands working on him at once. It occurs to him that Francis wouldn't have been able to do this before, not both things at the same time— not unless he was willing to use his mouth—
Raju closes his eyes, realising he's panting a little as he cuts the thought off there. He has enough to focus on already. And he's supposed to be telling Francis something.
"The... soap," he remembers as he opens his eyes to look up at the ceiling, voice a little more breathless than before. "Don't distract me before I can tell you. Um..."
It is a little embarrassing still, even as distracted as Raju is. "Maybe the oil instead. Or..."
Oil is harder to find though, isn't it? Do they have enough of it to... He can't tell. He's too... well. He's very distracted. "I don't know," he says with a little half-laugh, and lifts his head to smile at Francis, too warm and pleased with all of this to mind anything, even Francis knowing Raju was wrong about something.
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Date: 2024-09-29 12:33 am (UTC)The soap? Is it not…doing what it’s meant to do? It all feels fairly well-lubricated to him, and both his hands still while Raju finally gets out the cause of the ‘strangeness’. Oil, not soap, the soap is…?
He pulls his fingers out with a deeply furrowed brow. What’s wrong with the soap?
And then he realizes, and his head drops in exasperation. “Jesus Christ, we’re idiots,” he mutters. Soap is scented and likely made with things one wouldn’t want inside their body, and he’d just gone ahead and pushed a fair amount into Rama.
He starts to laugh softly as he wipes his hand on a shirt on the floor. “Do you need to…ah, are you…”
Oh, this is ridiculous. He starts to laugh again, louder this time, at himself and at Rama’s choice of words and just at the two of them, really, and shakes his head quickly. “Let me get something to wash it off, Ram,” he tells him, leaning forward to press a fond kiss to his lips.
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Date: 2024-09-29 12:20 pm (UTC)But he doesn't mind letting Francis go to get something to wash some of it off with, either. He leans back onto the bed again to wait, allows himself to squirm a little, bites his lip. It should feel ridiculous, shouldn't it, being tended to like this? But what he's thinking is mostly that all this is already more fun than he'd have expected, if he'd thought to expect anything at all; that particular feeling of the soap where it is, in other circumstances... Well.
While Francis goes wherever he's going Raju cups a hand around his cock again. Coming back to that won't surprise Francis this time but Raju likes doing it, likes Francis watching him doing it. And it distracts him from the fact of laying here waiting.
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Date: 2024-09-29 04:09 pm (UTC)Crozier’s hurried journey takes him back to the washroom for a dampened flannel and then a brief pause in the kitchen. Oil is a scarce resource, but then again, having two hands and a very comfortably-naked Rama in his bed is as equally as rare and should be enjoyed. To hell with seasoned food, he wants to have his man.
He returns with both things, eyes immediately landing on Ram’s busy hand, and once more his own cock throbs in response to the sight. Crozier sucks in his breath and eases himself back down beside Ram on the bed, setting the cloth in his non-occupied hand and then dipping forward to suck a reddened mark onto one of his beautiful tits.
His. His his his.
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Date: 2024-09-29 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-29 04:52 pm (UTC)“I’m getting there,” he mutters mid-lick. He doesn’t raise his head but does manage to pass the cloth to Ram, smiling against his skin as he does so. “Tell me when you’re ready to try again.”
Until then he’ll keep himself occupied by lavishing attention to one of Ram’s nipples, the other getting a decidedly rougher treatment as it’s tweaked and pinched by Crozier’s fingers.
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Date: 2024-09-29 05:16 pm (UTC)"I'm ready now," he complains, the hand on Francis' hair moving down to his shoulder to clench there. "Francis—"
He laughs breathily, shaking his head. Francis handed him the cloth, and how he has to try and focus on what he needs to be doing with it. He takes his hand off Francis' shoulder and moves the cloth over to it, then reaches down, laughing again when he feels what he's doing and realises all the rubbing he's going to have to do here is going to send this current of sensation rushing through him even harder. "Francis," he laughs. "You're terrible. Do you know what this feels like?"
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Date: 2024-09-29 06:16 pm (UTC)“I can’t, no,” he laughs. The scrabbling at his shoulder finally makes him relent, just for a moment to let Ram collect himself. He’s going to watch him though, just as turned on watching him laugh in exasperation as he tries to clean up from their previous attempt.
He should probably be ready for him when he’s finished though; god knows he’s teased him enough already. He gropes for the bottle of oil and opens it up with two-handed ease, spreading it across his fingers with a little smirk. “I’ll get mine next time, I’m sure.”
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Date: 2024-09-29 09:49 pm (UTC)He focuses for a moment. His nipples and his chest are still singing with the echoes of Francis' teeth and lips and tongue, but that wonderful mouth itself has moved away, so focusing is a little easier. Good enough, he decides, and lets out a hard breath when he pulls his cloth-covered fingers out. "Now," he breathes, glancing at his hand as he flicks the cloth closed and reaches blindly to set it aside but putting most of his focus to Francis, to putting his free right hand over Francis' chest, rubbing down over Francis' stomach and his side. "Right now, Francis. The longer you make me wait the longer I make you wait for it next time."
Francis has a fair amount more patience, generally, than Raju does. That doesn't matter. Waiting is the most terrible thing Raju can think of right now, so it's the only threat that he has.
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Date: 2024-09-29 11:51 pm (UTC)“Now,” Crozier repeats, a little dazed. He wants to see Ram’s fingers disappear like that again. Maybe if he’s loose enough he’ll be able to fuck himself on his own hand -
Focus. Focus. He has to focus, even as his mind’s bombarded with thoughts of Ram having his perfectly reasonable revenge on him. A shiver travels from the base of his neck down along his spine, somewhere along the way triggering the part of him that feels that electric surge of desire. A mischievous little look crosses his face before his oiled-coated fingers quickly replace the ones that Rama had taken away from himself.
He’s tight and hot, and now he’s delightfully slick, and Crozier presses kisses along Rama’s neck as he pumps his fingers in and out of him. “I don’t need much convincing,” he murmurs, “if it’s half as good as you make it look I’d be eager to try it. This side of it is so damn good too, Rama.”
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Date: 2024-09-30 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-01 12:01 am (UTC)It succeeds in both aspects, pulling Crozier’s hips down and blocking him from moving his hand as freely. “And you fussed at me for taking my time!” he grumbles, biting his neck in mock annoyance. “Here I am giving you what you want.”
He takes his own form of revenge and hooks his fingers slightly, angling them up into his body as he pushes slower and deeper.
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Date: 2024-10-01 12:34 am (UTC)The blankets and cloth clutched under his left hand are on fire. A little. A very little. He looks at them for a second, panting, then moves his palm over them and tightens his grip to snuff them out.
"Francis," Raju breathes, looking up at him. "Do that again. Whatever you did."
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Date: 2024-10-01 01:30 am (UTC)Even if Ram did hurt him he’d be forgiven. Maybe even in the moment he might encourage it - who’s to say what he might crave from him?
He sees the smoke and for a split second looks bewildered. Did he just…? Was that a fire he saw? He looks down into Ram’s face and replicates exactly what he did before, pushing his fingers inside of him deeply and then curving his fingers upward.
They may set the bed on fire. It’d be entirely worth it.
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Date: 2024-10-01 02:22 pm (UTC)It's embarrassing but it's true, so he makes himself warn Francis, and feels his cheeks reddening. "Ah, to last much longer. I think. If there's something else you said you wanted to do..." In spite of the complaint in his tone, Raju's grinning as he looks up at Francis. He can't help it. He doesn't think he could be doing anything else now if he'd tried.
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Date: 2024-10-02 12:03 am (UTC)He has little doubt that the first chance Rama gets he’s going to pin Crozier down and do exactly what was done to him, but he’s far too distracted to imagine it. Where Rama is a little embarrassed but mostly giddy, Crozier is simply overcome. Feeling Rama clench down on his fingers, the heat and the perfect pressure, has made him absolutely dizzy with want.
He presses a kiss to his neck and one to his shoulder as he eases his fingers back out of him, gripping Ram’s hips and using that strong hold from his thighs to position himself between his legs. Even typical logistical thinking is gone out the window - he doesn’t care about angles or fitting them together just-so, he just needs to slip into Ram, to be inside of him and feel for himself just how good this is.
Chest leaning forward slightly, hands still using Rama’s leg and hip for balance, he pauses to catch his breath when he makes that first slow ease into him. Not all the way, not quite yet, but just enough that Crozier is sorely tempted to snap his hips and drive himself in all the way up to the hilt. “Fucking hell,” he exhales.
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Date: 2024-10-02 01:45 am (UTC)He laughs under his breath. Smug, even now, even with another man inside of him. Rightly so though looking as he does below him, gorgeous and shuddering and tightening - he wants to drive him mad, clearly. "Incredible," he smiles, leaning down to kiss him as he finally fits them together snugly.
His left hand finds Ram's and entwines their fingers, palm against palm, as he pushes their hands against the bed and holds fast.
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Date: 2024-10-02 11:32 am (UTC)"If I finish first, keep going," Raju breathes against Francis' lips. "I want to feel you."
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Date: 2024-10-04 01:03 am (UTC)If he finishes first - god, what a thought. Could he come just from this? Best not to think too much on it; he knows he's already metaphorically and literally playing with fire right now, and either one of them could lose their senses and end what's an indescribably-wonderful moment. Another first for them both, another experience just for the two of them and the two of them alone.
He nods softly; he'll keep going, absolutely and without question. He wants to be drunk on him, the kind of drunk that makes him feel invincible instead of invisible, the kind of drunk that makes he feel like he can do anything and everything. Crozier spreads his legs out for balance and raises himself up slightly, testing out this new position with a careful thrust of his hips.
Christ, he's perfect, inside and out.
"We'll see how long I can last," he laughs under his breath. "You feel so good."
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Date: 2024-10-04 01:06 pm (UTC)He feels wonderful, and he wants to touch. He leans forward again to do it, happily anticipating what that will do to the angle of Francis' cock inside him, as far as he can with one hand pinned to the mattress, wanting to kiss any bit of skin that he can reach. He decides, at the last moment before his mouth connects, that he'd also like to bite a little. He wants more, and that feels somehow the way to get it, and he knows that Francis will understand.
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Date: 2024-10-04 11:23 pm (UTC)He feels Ram trying to move, trying to crane his body up towards his, and doesn’t prevent it. He stops pushing against Ram’s hand and merely holds it, leaning forward as he tries to meet him and feeling the revitalizing sting of a bite on his skin.
Crozier does understand. He growls softly and snaps his hips, wanting to reward and encourage the teeth on his skin. It also feels so nice for him, deliriously so, and he seeks out more of that contact, more and more, bringing them together over and over.
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Date: 2024-10-05 12:09 am (UTC)He's trying to move with Francis still but it's harder, he's loose and he's tired, and the kind of contentment moving through him is one he's only very seldom known. He can't express it by kissing the rest of Francis' skin any more; he contents himself with turning his head and kissing the hand linked with his instead, keeping his gaze turned upward, onto Francis' eyes. No matter what else has changed about Francis his eyes are the same shade of blue, the same tan ring around their inner edge. Like looking down into a riverbed. Or, up into one. The thought might not make sense; the only thing that does is the skin and warmth against him, the two of them, connected everywhere.
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Date: 2024-10-05 12:43 am (UTC)There's something about the rush of blood and raised adrenaline that makes things that wouldn't normally be appealing, like mixing bodily fluids or the rising heat between two people making everything slick with sweat, absolutely arousing. Crozier feels Ram tense underneath him, delightfully so, and holds him as closely as he can while he fucks him through his climax.
Rama is beautiful, peppering little kisses against skin and then his hand.
There's no way he'd ever last too much longer, not with the way he feels underneath him, not with how he's looking up at him like he's the only thing that exists in the world. Crozier eases himself down on top of him and cups Ram's face with his free hand, touching him tenderly as his own pace slows and becomes erratic and unbalanced. When he does spend it's with a lowered head pressed against Ram's shoulder, heavy breathing and a quiet groan as his body stills and then shudders.
He's still inside of him, joined with him. He can't think of anything else but him as his heart beat continues to race moments after he's spend himself.
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