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: 2024-10-04 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.