"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.
Inside of himself Raju can feel… well, plenty of different things, some of which he’s never felt inside of him before. He can feel it between them too, wet where Raju had come against Francis’ stomach, smearing along with his sweat over his skin. And he can feel the weight of Francis’ head against his shoulder, the soft warmth of his breath against Raju’s skin. The hand that’d been clutching at his shoulder moves down to smooth over Francis’ hair once and then a second time, slow and lingering. The legs Raju’s wrapped around him lower slowly, their grip loosening, his heels sliding down Francis’ back and over his arse on their way to relaxing.
Raju’s wandering hand slides down the back of Francis’ neck, over his shoulder and his back. He pulls the hand linked with his in close to kiss the side of it again. His eyelids want to close and they’re trying, the relaxation all through him pulling at them too, but he wants another look at Francis’ face first. He’s been looking but he wants more of it. He had a hand in his and another cupping his face in the same moment, and has now the secure weight of a much loved body over his everywhere; he couldn’t have more of Francis than he does, but he wants more anyway. One more look at him. Raju’s expression is solemn and searching, and if Francis looks at him it will break into a soft, warm smile. Then Raju might let himself sleep.
When his head raises again, to laugh maybe in some sort of awe and disbelief, or to smile and kiss him again, he finds Rama already staring up at him. If he weren’t already so winded it would have knocked the breath right out him, the way that Ram looks at him now. Crozier cups his face again, thumb brushing over his jaw and cheek, eyes searching his and finding warmth and love.
He presses his lips to his softly, joining them one more time before they start the process of separating. The moment lingers as the kiss does, teeth grazing sweetly again Ram’s already plump lips. He sighs softly when he does pull away, already thinking of how he’s going to wrap himself around Rama as they sleep.
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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 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
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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Date: 2024-10-05 08:59 am (UTC)Raju’s wandering hand slides down the back of Francis’ neck, over his shoulder and his back. He pulls the hand linked with his in close to kiss the side of it again. His eyelids want to close and they’re trying, the relaxation all through him pulling at them too, but he wants another look at Francis’ face first. He’s been looking but he wants more of it. He had a hand in his and another cupping his face in the same moment, and has now the secure weight of a much loved body over his everywhere; he couldn’t have more of Francis than he does, but he wants more anyway. One more look at him. Raju’s expression is solemn and searching, and if Francis looks at him it will break into a soft, warm smile. Then Raju might let himself sleep.
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Date: 2024-10-05 06:36 pm (UTC)When his head raises again, to laugh maybe in some sort of awe and disbelief, or to smile and kiss him again, he finds Rama already staring up at him. If he weren’t already so winded it would have knocked the breath right out him, the way that Ram looks at him now. Crozier cups his face again, thumb brushing over his jaw and cheek, eyes searching his and finding warmth and love.
He presses his lips to his softly, joining them one more time before they start the process of separating. The moment lingers as the kiss does, teeth grazing sweetly again Ram’s already plump lips. He sighs softly when he does pull away, already thinking of how he’s going to wrap himself around Rama as they sleep.