“And here I thought you were a clever man that could understand innuendo,” he mumbles up into his face, though mostly that well-trimmed beard part that ghosts past his own lips. The kisses don’t soften his mock-annoyance at Ram’s sudden turn at coyness. “If you don’t want me I suppose I could let all that warmth you’re generating go to waste.”
His own hand finds Ram’s hip, fingers digging in suggestively to his firm muscles.
When Francis' fingers dig in to Raju's hip Raju makes a thick noise deep in his throat and rocks forward, hand wound in Francis' shirt. For a moment he looks over Francis' face, eyes wide and eager, and breathing hard. He wants to tease him a little longer, he does, but he wants Francis too much in this moment to be anything but honest.
"If I don't..." he breathes, watching his hand skate a little more quickly up Francis' stomach. "Make you wait..." Up to his chest now, and around his collar, which Raju unbuttons just far enough to lean his face into a shoulder and breathe out hard against it, breathe in and smell his skin. His other hand is still clenched against the bedframe. "...I want to make this good enough. For you."
It’s just a touch, just a simple gripping of his hip, and Ram’s pushing against him and panting into his neck, the very picture of desperation. It’s a marvel. It’s not just a marvel, it’s astonishing to him, who’s had flings and dalliances but never this sort of fierceness, especially something that keeps building in intensity.
He almost doesn’t understand it. Desired is one thing, but Rama sounds like he’s about to come apart for want of him. He feels that twist in the pit of his stomach, a rolling, tumbling free fall of a feeling that creeps along his spine and in his limbs, settling into a deep burn in his loins.
“You want me that badly?” he whispers roughly, hand moving to caress down the back of Rama’s neck.
The touch to his neck sends a shudder over his shoulders, and he rolls them in twitching little movements to try and work the feeling out. He'd known, of course, that he'd been missing Francis' company, his touch, the feeling of his bare skin under Raju's fingers, but he isn't sure why it came on like this, so suddenly in a rush in the moment he felt Francis' fingers gripping his hip, so much harder to hold inside him than he'd expected it to be. He's gone much longer without before. He'd known he'd been wanting Francis, but he hadn't really been thinking about it.
His hand skates over the skin of Francis' shoulder, stopped soon by the limits of the shirt's collar, shirt still mostly buttoned. He takes Francis' shoulder in his hand, grip tentative, not sure how much he'll need to hold himself back when he does it. He turns his head enough to feel Francis' skin against his forehead, and knows at least where the force of it is coming from: "I missed you," he rasps, the need not separate from walking under the trees with their shoulders brushing, or pulling numb fingertips away from a hot pan, or feeling a large, callused hand close around his in the dark, but part of all of it, part of the pull to fill in the empty space Raju had left in their lives when he'd forgotten Francis. He can feel Francis against his skin and in his breath, and he wants more of it very badly, and he's missed him.
He’d missed him - and he understands. They might as well have been separated for months instead of weeks for how skewed and lonely everything felt. Rama slept on the floor in front of the fire and wouldn’t even give him a kind look - he’d despaired that he’d never have this ever again.
Crozier’s fingers push through Rama’s hair, then find a hold to pull his head back up and guide his lips on his. He shivers at the anticipation of the kiss, then swallows down all those harsh breaths and desperate noises, leg hooking over the back of Ram’s thighs to bring him down closer. He isn’t likely to be successful unless the kiss is that distracting for Rama, although for his part the rest of the world melts away the second he has him this close.
The hand in Raju's hair already has him humming wordlessly and when Francis pulls him into a kiss from there the noise turns eager. He's gripping Francis' shoulder making hungry noises against his mouth when there's suddenly pressure against the backs of his knees, and suddenly he's kneeling on the edge of the mattress without having decided to be that close. Maybe he couldn't have decided, if he'd had to do it on his own; he wants it too much. But Francis does too, and so here he is.
Laughing, Raju swings a knee around, fitting his lower legs to either side of Francis' body. "Impatient," he rasps, rubbing his hands hard up either side of Francis' body from hip to chest and back down again, feeling him, wanting the shape of him under his hands.
His leg lowers with an unceremonious ‘thump’ against the bed as Ram straddles him, divine weight pressing him further down into the bed. He gasps as his hands find his waist again, his hips, back up to his chest, and gives a nice little tug on Ram’s hair to counter the chastising.
“Yes, I’m impatient, look at you!” It seems obvious to him why he’d be impatient to be touched by a man as beautiful as Ram.
“Are you warm? Will you take off your clothes for me?” He knows it’s not the most reasonable request for him; he’s always so cold, but he hoped that those warm hands meant he was heated like a furnace on the inside.
Raju bites at his lip, eyes moving down and up over Francis, all laid out underneath Raju and wanting him. He remembers Francis' body in his arms, the way he'd started relaxing into the dancing, relaxing against him. How vulnerable Francis is, in spite of what you'd think to look at him, and how dedicated, and how much Francis loves him. Raju wants the small amount of heat gathering under his ribs and dancing over his skin to be enough.
There's a way to make it work. He starts tugging at the blanket underneath Francis, other hand tugging his shoulders up as Raju pulls their blanket out from under them. He gently pulls Francis' hand out from his hair so he can twist around and pull the blanket the rest of the way, awkward and one-handed as he doesn't want to let go of Francis while he does it -- at least until it's time to pull Francis' hips up to tug the blanket out from underneath them. His hand lingers there for a moment, then slides itself down the outside of Francis' thigh, then Raju's flicking the blanket over his own back with a flourish, pulling it over his head, and twisting around to brace himself on hands and knees over Francis again, grinning eagerly. "Now I'll take off my clothes for you. Are you going to help?"
He has no idea what the hell Ram’s doing at first, and he tries to anticipate his movements by shifting and wriggling and then finally sitting up when he realizes he’s going for the blanket. When Rama’s properly covered he lies back with an amused huff; if this is what it takes to see him bare then he’ll gladly feel like lying under a tent for a spell.
“Yes, please.” His smile becomes a bit more wicked as he finds the hem of Rama’s shirts and slips his fingers underneath, burrowing until he feels soft skin and a light smattering of hair. God, yes. His mouth waters slightly as he thinks of the chest underneath, and eagerly (and mostly haphazardly) begins tugging apart buttons.
With a happy noise Raju leans on one hand and turns the other to help, gets inpatient with that, then leans on a forearm instead to free up his other hand.
“Is this helping?” he asks, amused. He runs the side of his face against Francis’, kisses at the corner if Francis’ lips. “Or are you only here to feel me up?”
“Why limit myself?” He’s more than capable of both groping and ‘help’ him with his clothes, though he’s far more interested in the former. He tilts his head to invite Ram’s lips against his again, gently biting his lip as he finds another button to undo.
He eventually becomes impatient and momentarily pauses the indulgent side of undressing Rama to focus on getting those clothes off. “You and your layers.” Once his chest is bared though Crozier immediately returns to touching, hand cupping firm muscles in his back and sliding to his chest and massage his well-built pectorals. He licks at lower lip in thought and then flicks his thumb over one of his nipples, just for good measure.
Raju’s shiver is as much from the sensation that flick to his nipple sends ringing through him as from the cold, although he’s feeling that too; Raju’s skin is pebbled with goosepimples where his shirts hang open, though it’s bearable under the blanket with Francis’ heat and his body to distract him. Bearable, and easy to think of what he wants instead.
“My layers?” he pants, frustration driving him to hold one part of Francis’ shirt with his teeth where his hand, occupied with holding him up, can’t reach, while his free hand undoes it. His protesting is muffled around the cloth in his mouth. “What about yours? Keep teasing me and I’ll tear this open. I want to see you.”
Desperation is a good look on Ram, for him, in fact, that desperation to see all of him in its natural state. All that pale and freckled skin, scarred to hell and wrinkled and pocked - and he’s desirable all the same.
“Do it,” he growls, finding his nipple again and outright pinching.
Raju whines out a startled, pained noise, not sure if the sound is pleasure or a protest or both, and rocks his hips hard against Francis’, legs tightening around him again. He rears back, panting breaths deeper now, putting one hand on either side of Francis’ shirt and only thinks about what he’s doing when he’s about to.
It will be very impressive, won’t it. If it works.
He moves his hands down, to the buttons that tend to wear out faster. He looks down at Francis, feels everything stirring inside him pressing him to see, to feel, and thinks of how it feels to impress Francis, when he manages to.
Not all the buttons go on his first pull, but most of them do. A second pull at Francis’ shirt gets the few near the top and bottom, and ultimately, Francis does have more ground to complain about layers than Raju does; the skin beneath him is bare. With a low, satisfied hum he bends to take Francis’ nipple in his teeth, expecting Francis to be less sensitive there than Raju himself is but wanting to taste him.
Consider him fully impressed. As the buttons go flying every which way a low, aroused growl radiates out deep from his throat. He’d guessed it’d be worth it to ruin the shirt, and he was 100% correct - entirely worth all the mending they’ll have to do later, especially when Ram dips his head and starts in on the teeth. Sparks fly behind his eyes in surprise, head tipping back with a sharp intake of breath.
That’s…oh. New, and very, very good. Crozier reaches down to find purchase, fingers pushing into Ram’s back and then up to settle in his hair again. It’s again with the unfamiliar: having his hips held, being spun about, being held from behind and having sweet things whispered in his ears. He raises his hips to seek some pressure, some relief, desperate in his own way now.
He’s well aware it’s a man he’s sleeping with. He knows the solid weight of Francis, the breadth of him, knows the sound of his voice. But that growling noise reminds him anyway, spreads satisfaction deep in him — tearing that shirt, even with the two tries it’d took, was enough and Francis is impressed.— with want overtop and through it.
The gasp he gets a moment later, fitting his teeth around Francis’ nipple, is encouraging, and so are the hips raised against his own, the fingers in his hair. Maybe his nipples are more sensitive than Raju’d thought; in any case Francis likes feeling him here, which means there’s no reason not to stay this way and do this more. He rolls his hips against Francis’ and feels the friction of his own drawers sliding under the movement of Francis’ hips and cock against his. His lips move around his teeth over the puckered skin under his mouth, sucking gently at Francis there while his fingers find the warm, soft skin at Francis’ side and dig in, then loosen, a thumb running back and forth in wordless apology at the brief grip.
He sucks air through his teeth, suction bordering on painful but in the kind of way that makes the blood rush, then hisses yet again as Ram’s fingers push into his skin. Soft, quiet noises escape between each exhale, and he grips a little harder at Ram’s hair to keep himself from attacking him in turn.
It feels so good to have his body against his, feels so strange still to have someone lavish this much attention on him. It’s both - good and strange and strange and good, and clearly his body is more than happy with the attention.
Those soft, quiet noises are wonderful, Francis’ pleasure and his need exactly what Raju has needed to hear all this time even if he hadn’t known it, and soon the movement of Raju’s hips is rhythmic — or as close to it as the noises are, in time with them, with his own hard breaths.
“Didn’t know you liked this,” he breathes against Francis’ skin, pressing a lingering gentle kiss to the places his teeth had been. He risks a tug, accidental or purposeful, at his hair when he moves his head but it’s worth it to fix his mouth to Francis’ other nipple now, switching out the hand that’s holding him up so he can pinch and roll Francis’ first nipple between his fingers. “But I can hear it. I can hear you do. You sound beautiful.”
Beautiful! He doesn’t know what to make of that - the desire behind it is certainly present, Ram’s teeth and fingers continuing to torment him, the insistent pressing of his hips against his. It’s so sincerely meant, and he knows he feels the same for Ram - he’s gorgeous, completely beautiful - and his head begins to spin.
He makes a soft, keening noise in the back of his throat, then inhales a bit too sharply and chokes on the air. He coughs once, but it’s enough that about three seconds later he hiccups.
Raju's teeth are around Francis' left nipple a little after that keening noise starts, eager to take all the noise Francis is making and make them louder, more, take the pleasure he should have been giving Francis before and give it to him all at once. He isn't biting down at all but holding Francis' sensitive skin firmly enough in his mouth to gently pull, experimentally, then Francis chokes and Raju lets go and looks up at him, waiting to make sure he's alright. Francis hiccups once, and it's confirmation enough that the choking wasn't anything serious; Raju smiles warmly, softly, and then his free hand goes back to twisting Francis' nipple between its fingers.
"Is this alright?" That keening, delicious as it is, isn't a noise he hears from Francis often; the pause to be sure of Francis' even breathing has Raju thinking he'd better make sure, though not without one more lingering moment to suck Francis' nipple in his mouth. His lips pop back off again with a wet noise and his voice comes out rough, he speaks in the same moment he grinds his hips in the same lingering way into Francis' again. The sensation of it has his fingers tightening around Francis' other nipple; he doesn't mean to, but he doesn't mind that it's happening, either. "Too much?"
It is too much, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t enjoying himself. It’s new and intense, and those wet sounds Ram’s making as he sucks and laps at him like he’s some kind of scrumptious dessert is fueling his own desire.
“It’s perfect,” he whispers hoarsely, looking down at him with fire behind his eyes. He cups his face and slides his thumb over Ram’s lower lip, plump and a little swollen. “Christ, you’re perfect, Ram. I haven’t-”
He interrupts himself with another hiccup, which causes a slight jolt.
Francis' thumb moving over his lip has Raju's mouth parting further, he breathes out hard against Francis' hand--
Francis hiccups again, cutting off what he'd been about to say and sending Francis' body moving with an unrehearsed little jolt underneath Raju. The lip under Francis' thumb curves with Raju's smile, wicked, pleased, and definitely laughing at Francis a little.
"Haven't what?" he asks, before taking Francis' thumb into his mouth and sucking there, too, keeping pleased, smiling eye contact with him. Raju's fingertips give Francis' nipple one last fond roll between them before his hand spreads, smoothing itself across Francis' chest and down his ribs with just a hint of friction from his short nails, moving as low on Francis' stomach as those still-fastened trousers will let him reach before curling, ready to pinch suddenly enough to interrupt any answer Francis tries to go on with. If there's one thing Raju's good at it's taking advantage of the opportunities that come his way, and interrupting him once with the surprise of a pinch before his body, if that keeps going, interrupts him itself a second time, is too good an opportunity to pass up. Of course he wants to see if he can make Francis keen like that again, but there's no harm in teasing him a little more first.
As though he could possibly answer with Ram’s lips wrapped around his thumb. His thought was only half-complete to begin with, and then Ram pursed his lips and sucked, and whatever was in his own head flew right out the window. The touch to his chest, the careful raking of well-kept fingernails, fights with the wet heat of Rama’s mouth, which in turn struggles for attention against his beautiful brown eyes. Crozier struggles to formulate a reply, thumb pulling from his lips to trace slowly over his upper lip, leg curling to keep himself from bucking up against him.
“I haven’t ever felt so-”
The hiccups again and lets out a low, annoyed groan. He hasn’t ever felt so adored, so much attention being lavished on him, so like some exquisite instrument being learned, and he tries again to answer.
Biting his lip over his smile, Raju times his pinch to interrupt Francis' next try and then moves lower, kneeling over Francis' waistline and going low to put his teeth to work helping his hand undo the button there. It risks promising something he doesn't know how to do, putting his mouth so low on Francis now, but Francis had seemed to like it when he'd used his teeth on his shirt button before, and making him happy that way again is worth anything. There are things his mouth can do down here, anyway, that don't need him to be practised at sucking Francis' cock. He can figure something out.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Raju presses his cheek to Francis' stomach, chin moving his unbuttoned trousers open wider as Raju looks up at him. "Your hiccups? Because I want to make it worse. I want to make all of it worse. You sounded gorgeous when you got them, the noise you were making just before, like I was taking you apart. I'm going to hear that noise again."
Ram succeeds in interrupting him with the pinch, but the urge to yelp is silenced by the sight of his teeth on his trousers. His cock strains against his drawers, now sadly neglected as Rama leans over him to touch like he is at his waist and even further down.
“N-no,” he breathes, shaking his head softly. Those wide eyes staring up at him, feigning innocence as he says such filthy things. “Nothing-” He hiccups again. “Hurts.”
Aches, yes. Is a little painful and uncomfortable in some ways, but nothing outright hurts, and in fact the promise of Ram making it worse sends a shiver down his spine. He wants more of those cries he didn’t even realize he’d been making, wants to pull more of those sounds out of him - and Crozier’s sure he’ll succeed, stubborn man that he is. He caresses the cheek that isn’t pressed against his stomach, chest jumping again as he tries to bite back the next hiccup.
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Date: 2025-01-01 01:54 am (UTC)“And here I thought you were a clever man that could understand innuendo,” he mumbles up into his face, though mostly that well-trimmed beard part that ghosts past his own lips. The kisses don’t soften his mock-annoyance at Ram’s sudden turn at coyness. “If you don’t want me I suppose I could let all that warmth you’re generating go to waste.”
His own hand finds Ram’s hip, fingers digging in suggestively to his firm muscles.
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:36 am (UTC)"If I don't..." he breathes, watching his hand skate a little more quickly up Francis' stomach. "Make you wait..." Up to his chest now, and around his collar, which Raju unbuttons just far enough to lean his face into a shoulder and breathe out hard against it, breathe in and smell his skin. His other hand is still clenched against the bedframe. "...I want to make this good enough. For you."
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Date: 2025-01-01 01:15 pm (UTC)It’s just a touch, just a simple gripping of his hip, and Ram’s pushing against him and panting into his neck, the very picture of desperation. It’s a marvel. It’s not just a marvel, it’s astonishing to him, who’s had flings and dalliances but never this sort of fierceness, especially something that keeps building in intensity.
He almost doesn’t understand it. Desired is one thing, but Rama sounds like he’s about to come apart for want of him. He feels that twist in the pit of his stomach, a rolling, tumbling free fall of a feeling that creeps along his spine and in his limbs, settling into a deep burn in his loins.
“You want me that badly?” he whispers roughly, hand moving to caress down the back of Rama’s neck.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:01 pm (UTC)His hand skates over the skin of Francis' shoulder, stopped soon by the limits of the shirt's collar, shirt still mostly buttoned. He takes Francis' shoulder in his hand, grip tentative, not sure how much he'll need to hold himself back when he does it. He turns his head enough to feel Francis' skin against his forehead, and knows at least where the force of it is coming from: "I missed you," he rasps, the need not separate from walking under the trees with their shoulders brushing, or pulling numb fingertips away from a hot pan, or feeling a large, callused hand close around his in the dark, but part of all of it, part of the pull to fill in the empty space Raju had left in their lives when he'd forgotten Francis. He can feel Francis against his skin and in his breath, and he wants more of it very badly, and he's missed him.
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Date: 2025-01-01 04:41 pm (UTC)He’d missed him - and he understands. They might as well have been separated for months instead of weeks for how skewed and lonely everything felt. Rama slept on the floor in front of the fire and wouldn’t even give him a kind look - he’d despaired that he’d never have this ever again.
Crozier’s fingers push through Rama’s hair, then find a hold to pull his head back up and guide his lips on his. He shivers at the anticipation of the kiss, then swallows down all those harsh breaths and desperate noises, leg hooking over the back of Ram’s thighs to bring him down closer. He isn’t likely to be successful unless the kiss is that distracting for Rama, although for his part the rest of the world melts away the second he has him this close.
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Date: 2025-01-01 05:44 pm (UTC)Laughing, Raju swings a knee around, fitting his lower legs to either side of Francis' body. "Impatient," he rasps, rubbing his hands hard up either side of Francis' body from hip to chest and back down again, feeling him, wanting the shape of him under his hands.
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Date: 2025-01-01 08:49 pm (UTC)His leg lowers with an unceremonious ‘thump’ against the bed as Ram straddles him, divine weight pressing him further down into the bed. He gasps as his hands find his waist again, his hips, back up to his chest, and gives a nice little tug on Ram’s hair to counter the chastising.
“Yes, I’m impatient, look at you!” It seems obvious to him why he’d be impatient to be touched by a man as beautiful as Ram.
“Are you warm? Will you take off your clothes for me?” He knows it’s not the most reasonable request for him; he’s always so cold, but he hoped that those warm hands meant he was heated like a furnace on the inside.
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Date: 2025-01-01 09:23 pm (UTC)There's a way to make it work. He starts tugging at the blanket underneath Francis, other hand tugging his shoulders up as Raju pulls their blanket out from under them. He gently pulls Francis' hand out from his hair so he can twist around and pull the blanket the rest of the way, awkward and one-handed as he doesn't want to let go of Francis while he does it -- at least until it's time to pull Francis' hips up to tug the blanket out from underneath them. His hand lingers there for a moment, then slides itself down the outside of Francis' thigh, then Raju's flicking the blanket over his own back with a flourish, pulling it over his head, and twisting around to brace himself on hands and knees over Francis again, grinning eagerly. "Now I'll take off my clothes for you. Are you going to help?"
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Date: 2025-01-02 01:07 am (UTC)He has no idea what the hell Ram’s doing at first, and he tries to anticipate his movements by shifting and wriggling and then finally sitting up when he realizes he’s going for the blanket. When Rama’s properly covered he lies back with an amused huff; if this is what it takes to see him bare then he’ll gladly feel like lying under a tent for a spell.
“Yes, please.” His smile becomes a bit more wicked as he finds the hem of Rama’s shirts and slips his fingers underneath, burrowing until he feels soft skin and a light smattering of hair. God, yes. His mouth waters slightly as he thinks of the chest underneath, and eagerly (and mostly haphazardly) begins tugging apart buttons.
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Date: 2025-01-02 02:01 pm (UTC)“Is this helping?” he asks, amused. He runs the side of his face against Francis’, kisses at the corner if Francis’ lips. “Or are you only here to feel me up?”
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Date: 2025-01-02 03:46 pm (UTC)“Why limit myself?” He’s more than capable of both groping and ‘help’ him with his clothes, though he’s far more interested in the former. He tilts his head to invite Ram’s lips against his again, gently biting his lip as he finds another button to undo.
He eventually becomes impatient and momentarily pauses the indulgent side of undressing Rama to focus on getting those clothes off. “You and your layers.” Once his chest is bared though Crozier immediately returns to touching, hand cupping firm muscles in his back and sliding to his chest and massage his well-built pectorals. He licks at lower lip in thought and then flicks his thumb over one of his nipples, just for good measure.
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Date: 2025-01-02 09:31 pm (UTC)“My layers?” he pants, frustration driving him to hold one part of Francis’ shirt with his teeth where his hand, occupied with holding him up, can’t reach, while his free hand undoes it. His protesting is muffled around the cloth in his mouth. “What about yours? Keep teasing me and I’ll tear this open. I want to see you.”
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Date: 2025-01-03 01:46 am (UTC)Desperation is a good look on Ram, for him, in fact, that desperation to see all of him in its natural state. All that pale and freckled skin, scarred to hell and wrinkled and pocked - and he’s desirable all the same.
“Do it,” he growls, finding his nipple again and outright pinching.
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Date: 2025-01-03 02:11 pm (UTC)It will be very impressive, won’t it. If it works.
He moves his hands down, to the buttons that tend to wear out faster. He looks down at Francis, feels everything stirring inside him pressing him to see, to feel, and thinks of how it feels to impress Francis, when he manages to.
Not all the buttons go on his first pull, but most of them do. A second pull at Francis’ shirt gets the few near the top and bottom, and ultimately, Francis does have more ground to complain about layers than Raju does; the skin beneath him is bare. With a low, satisfied hum he bends to take Francis’ nipple in his teeth, expecting Francis to be less sensitive there than Raju himself is but wanting to taste him.
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Date: 2025-01-03 04:30 pm (UTC)Consider him fully impressed. As the buttons go flying every which way a low, aroused growl radiates out deep from his throat. He’d guessed it’d be worth it to ruin the shirt, and he was 100% correct - entirely worth all the mending they’ll have to do later, especially when Ram dips his head and starts in on the teeth. Sparks fly behind his eyes in surprise, head tipping back with a sharp intake of breath.
That’s…oh. New, and very, very good. Crozier reaches down to find purchase, fingers pushing into Ram’s back and then up to settle in his hair again. It’s again with the unfamiliar: having his hips held, being spun about, being held from behind and having sweet things whispered in his ears. He raises his hips to seek some pressure, some relief, desperate in his own way now.
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Date: 2025-01-03 06:30 pm (UTC)The gasp he gets a moment later, fitting his teeth around Francis’ nipple, is encouraging, and so are the hips raised against his own, the fingers in his hair. Maybe his nipples are more sensitive than Raju’d thought; in any case Francis likes feeling him here, which means there’s no reason not to stay this way and do this more. He rolls his hips against Francis’ and feels the friction of his own drawers sliding under the movement of Francis’ hips and cock against his. His lips move around his teeth over the puckered skin under his mouth, sucking gently at Francis there while his fingers find the warm, soft skin at Francis’ side and dig in, then loosen, a thumb running back and forth in wordless apology at the brief grip.
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Date: 2025-01-04 01:23 am (UTC)He sucks air through his teeth, suction bordering on painful but in the kind of way that makes the blood rush, then hisses yet again as Ram’s fingers push into his skin. Soft, quiet noises escape between each exhale, and he grips a little harder at Ram’s hair to keep himself from attacking him in turn.
It feels so good to have his body against his, feels so strange still to have someone lavish this much attention on him. It’s both - good and strange and strange and good, and clearly his body is more than happy with the attention.
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Date: 2025-01-04 01:39 pm (UTC)“Didn’t know you liked this,” he breathes against Francis’ skin, pressing a lingering gentle kiss to the places his teeth had been. He risks a tug, accidental or purposeful, at his hair when he moves his head but it’s worth it to fix his mouth to Francis’ other nipple now, switching out the hand that’s holding him up so he can pinch and roll Francis’ first nipple between his fingers. “But I can hear it. I can hear you do. You sound beautiful.”
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Date: 2025-01-04 10:16 pm (UTC)Beautiful! He doesn’t know what to make of that - the desire behind it is certainly present, Ram’s teeth and fingers continuing to torment him, the insistent pressing of his hips against his. It’s so sincerely meant, and he knows he feels the same for Ram - he’s gorgeous, completely beautiful - and his head begins to spin.
He makes a soft, keening noise in the back of his throat, then inhales a bit too sharply and chokes on the air. He coughs once, but it’s enough that about three seconds later he hiccups.
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Date: 2025-01-05 12:13 am (UTC)"Is this alright?" That keening, delicious as it is, isn't a noise he hears from Francis often; the pause to be sure of Francis' even breathing has Raju thinking he'd better make sure, though not without one more lingering moment to suck Francis' nipple in his mouth. His lips pop back off again with a wet noise and his voice comes out rough, he speaks in the same moment he grinds his hips in the same lingering way into Francis' again. The sensation of it has his fingers tightening around Francis' other nipple; he doesn't mean to, but he doesn't mind that it's happening, either. "Too much?"
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Date: 2025-01-05 01:58 am (UTC)It is too much, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t enjoying himself. It’s new and intense, and those wet sounds Ram’s making as he sucks and laps at him like he’s some kind of scrumptious dessert is fueling his own desire.
“It’s perfect,” he whispers hoarsely, looking down at him with fire behind his eyes. He cups his face and slides his thumb over Ram’s lower lip, plump and a little swollen. “Christ, you’re perfect, Ram. I haven’t-”
He interrupts himself with another hiccup, which causes a slight jolt.
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Date: 2025-01-05 02:53 am (UTC)Francis hiccups again, cutting off what he'd been about to say and sending Francis' body moving with an unrehearsed little jolt underneath Raju. The lip under Francis' thumb curves with Raju's smile, wicked, pleased, and definitely laughing at Francis a little.
"Haven't what?" he asks, before taking Francis' thumb into his mouth and sucking there, too, keeping pleased, smiling eye contact with him. Raju's fingertips give Francis' nipple one last fond roll between them before his hand spreads, smoothing itself across Francis' chest and down his ribs with just a hint of friction from his short nails, moving as low on Francis' stomach as those still-fastened trousers will let him reach before curling, ready to pinch suddenly enough to interrupt any answer Francis tries to go on with. If there's one thing Raju's good at it's taking advantage of the opportunities that come his way, and interrupting him once with the surprise of a pinch before his body, if that keeps going, interrupts him itself a second time, is too good an opportunity to pass up. Of course he wants to see if he can make Francis keen like that again, but there's no harm in teasing him a little more first.
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Date: 2025-01-05 04:57 am (UTC)As though he could possibly answer with Ram’s lips wrapped around his thumb. His thought was only half-complete to begin with, and then Ram pursed his lips and sucked, and whatever was in his own head flew right out the window. The touch to his chest, the careful raking of well-kept fingernails, fights with the wet heat of Rama’s mouth, which in turn struggles for attention against his beautiful brown eyes. Crozier struggles to formulate a reply, thumb pulling from his lips to trace slowly over his upper lip, leg curling to keep himself from bucking up against him.
“I haven’t ever felt so-”
The hiccups again and lets out a low, annoyed groan. He hasn’t ever felt so adored, so much attention being lavished on him, so like some exquisite instrument being learned, and he tries again to answer.
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Date: 2025-01-05 02:05 pm (UTC)"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Raju presses his cheek to Francis' stomach, chin moving his unbuttoned trousers open wider as Raju looks up at him. "Your hiccups? Because I want to make it worse. I want to make all of it worse. You sounded gorgeous when you got them, the noise you were making just before, like I was taking you apart. I'm going to hear that noise again."
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Date: 2025-01-05 03:49 pm (UTC)Ram succeeds in interrupting him with the pinch, but the urge to yelp is silenced by the sight of his teeth on his trousers. His cock strains against his drawers, now sadly neglected as Rama leans over him to touch like he is at his waist and even further down.
“N-no,” he breathes, shaking his head softly. Those wide eyes staring up at him, feigning innocence as he says such filthy things. “Nothing-” He hiccups again. “Hurts.”
Aches, yes. Is a little painful and uncomfortable in some ways, but nothing outright hurts, and in fact the promise of Ram making it worse sends a shiver down his spine. He wants more of those cries he didn’t even realize he’d been making, wants to pull more of those sounds out of him - and Crozier’s sure he’ll succeed, stubborn man that he is. He caresses the cheek that isn’t pressed against his stomach, chest jumping again as he tries to bite back the next hiccup.
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