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.
Raju grins, turns his head to kiss Francis' stomach and then sucks at his skin, tasting him while his hand moves up again, rubbing a fond circle over Francis' chest. "Good," he murmurs warmly as he unzips Francis' fly, hand pulling it down very slowly while his mouth holds the other side still.
"You like it," Raju goes on as his hand slides underneath Francis' trousers, under any clothing there to the skin beneath, "when I put my mouth on you?" He takes Francis' hip in a tight grip for a moment, then relaxes his hold again. Kneeling low like this lets Raju put both his hands to work, knees enough to hold himself up; one slides around Francis' back, pushing toward himself to try and get Francis to arch just enough that Raju can set his palm high on Francis' arse, pushing his hips up while his other hand pulls any clothes around his hips down over the swell of skin under Raju's palm, then down over his thighs. It isn't really a question; Raju can tell very well that Francis does.
"Well, I like it when you make noise for me. When you can't help it." He pulls a little more slowly as the cloth moves over Francis' cock, watching the newly-revealed skin very closely. He doesn't say, though, that he doesn't want Francis biting anything back; trying to make him impossible for him to keep his mouth closed over anything will be more fun than simply asking. "What haven't you ever felt? What were you trying to tell me before? Try it again."
He hasn’t experienced the shape of this unknown, the excitement of not being in full control. What he wants to tell him is precisely that - he hasn’t had anyone toy with him in this way, lovingly caress all his various imperfections and still find them desirable, want more from him and enjoy the way he sounds as he whines and cries and moans.
It will absolutely not come out of his mouth that way. It’s all he can do to follow along with Ram’s gentle guidance, and then as even more of him is bared he finds it harder to focus on anything but the man hovering over him. He inhales sharply, hand sliding down one of Ram’s arms, tracing muscles that flex almost imperceptibly under his palm. He hiccups low again and tries to take another breath, not wanting to be interrupted by his own damned lungs. “I haven’t had someone pay me this much attention,” he manages.
Does it do his thoughts any justice? Absolutely not, but it’s all he can do for now as he tries to even out his own breathing. If he relaxes the hiccups will go away, he just needs to…
He pauses. Waits a beat. Maybe they’ve gone. Maybe -
He hiccups again and groans in frustration with himself.
Since Raju hasn't done anything in particular between the first hiccup and the second one, it's clear that particular groan isn't coming from anything he's doing. Some other time, Francis' frustration might win him some sympathy; here and now it gets him a laugh, pleased and close against his skin as Raju pulls Francis' trousers down to his ankles and leaves them there.
"What's wrong?" he asks, knowing the answer and pleased with Francis, with himself, with the world, with the feeling of the skin under his palms as he slides his hands from Francis' knees up toward his hips, easing Francis' thighs further open. He charts everything he feels underneath his hands as they move, hair or bumps, moles or freckles, calluses or untouched skin, and when his hands move in close to the softness of Francis' balls he brushes his fingertips over them, the barest touch. He bites at his lip, thinking, then moves in just close enough to Francis' cock that when he speaks Francis will feel the air of his breath moving over it. Not close enough for any part of it to touch him now, but if the next hiccup jolts his body in just the right way... There's no guarantee, of course, but Raju thinks he'll have plenty of opportunity to experiment with 'accidental' touch before they're done.
"If you want something, Francis," Raju whispers, looking up at him, "you have to tell me."
With his trousers around his ankles he’s even more restricted than he was before - there’s no shifting of his legs or hooking his ankle around Rama now. He grunts softly as Ram brushes by his cock but doesn’t touch it. It’s maddening in how deliberate his exploration is, how much he skirts around the one very obvious part of Crozier’s body that’s begging to be touched.
But he won’t plead with him. He’s not at that point - there’s still some fight left in him yet.
“I want your mouth on me again,” he tells him, voice sounding a little more broken than he would have cared to sound. “I don’t care where.”
See? No pleading. No demands for immediate satisfaction. He can hold out a little while longer.
"Oh? You don't?" Raju smiles brightly at him, hands smoothing their way over the soft, vulnerable skin high on Francis' thighs, mouth moving closer to his cock, moving just inches away from the length of it. Then it moves down further, landing at the inner crease between thigh and hip, and bites at it gently, licking and sucking in the moments between his words, as close to Francis' balls as he can get without touching them. "Put your hand on yourself. On your nipples, but lick your fingers first. I want you to pretend it's my mouth. I miss the taste of you already."
He didn’t care. Doesn’t. Wants him in whatever way Ram will give, even when it’s just his undivided attention. Wants to feel loved and adored and worshipped by him, even if it’s just a teasing nip to his thighs. He exhales shakily, chest jumping with a quieter hiccup, and brings his fingers to his own mouth.
He pauses a moment, looking back down between his own thighs at Rama. He has a question on his tongue, one that undoubtedly would be met with outright skepticism, open mocking, or some kind of fed-up show of annoyance, so he holds it in and parts his lips to suck on the tips of his own fingers.
Crozier’s eyes close as he pulls his fingers out with a soft pop. He makes another quiet noise, something like a sigh as he imagines Ram crawling back up his body, giving him that wickedly handsome smile as he laps at his nipple. He reaches down to touch himself, hesitantly at first, then with more effort as he attempts to relive every lick and suck from Ram’s mouth on himself.
Between kissing a trail down Francis' thigh, Raju watches him. "Beautiful," he says, palms sliding back up, feeling the loose muscle of Francis' thighs under his hands, feeling the fat of his arse as well as he can without pushing Francis' hips up again, cupping the skin there as he sucks at a spot chosen at random low on Francis' stomach. "I never get to see you like this. All of you at once. Working yourself up that way. Would you do this again, tomorrow? Sitting by the fire all wrapped up, with your hand under your shirt thinking about my mouth?"
“Uhn.” His hips bucks slightly as Ram keeps talking, imagining himself in front of the fire touching himself as he waited for him to return from some errand. He gasps quietly as he pinches himself, thinking of his teeth, a low groan sharply interrupted by a loud, invasive hiccup.
He finishes the groan, this time in frustration with himself, and his hand drops to his side.
The place Raju's got his mouth had jumped underneath it, sudden and involuntary, when Francis hiccuped; Raju stops sucking at the skin there to turn his face against it, laughing, grip looser now on Francis' arse. Raju's laugh is low and fond even while Raju is certainly laughing at Francis, and he presses a gentle kiss to the spot under his mouth before looking up.
"You sound frustrated again," he points out, grinning. "Problem?"
“Are you laughing at me?” He grumbles a few more words of frustration quietly to himself, laying his arm over his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Ram smirking at him. He tries to inhale slowly again to make the hiccups go away, but it only seems to make the next one worse. “God dammit.”
Raju's grin softens. There's a certain boundary past which annoying Francis stops being fun either of them, and Francis sounds as if he's nearing it; in the interests of easing Francis past his own frustrations Raju crawls up Francis' body again, settling on one side with his cheek against his fist. For a second Raju's quiet, studying the very close view he's got now of the arm Francis has thrown over himself and trying to spot the expression hiding beneath it.
"I'm laughing because I like it," he says, the amusement still there in his voice, but gentler. His own free hand starts rubbing long circles over the chest and stomach that are bothering Francis so much, and he kisses the wrist Francis has got dangling over his face. "Look at me, won't you? You've got too lovely a face to cover it up this way."
He doesn’t know what part pushes him over the edge - the insistence that Ram likes the disruptive hiccups, his strange noises, his ‘lovely’ face which is undoubtedly not that at all - but the softness followed by yet another hiccup makes him outright wince.
“Please don’t.”
For all those moments he’d been dragged out of his head, he feels like it’s taken nothing for him to be knocked back down.
Raju bites at the inside of his lip, eyebrows pinching, studying him. The boundary he'd thought was approaching, Francis has already passed; Raju isn't sure what he's being asked to stop, exactly. Everything he's just said feels true. The don't might mean the endearments, the affection-- Francis has never asked him to stop that before.
Keep moving forward, Raju decides, but cautiously. He slips his forearm under him -- leaning on his fist feels too casual, now, as if he isn't taking Francis seriously -- and takes Francis' wrist in a loose grip, trying to ease it upward slowly, slowly, fractions of an inch at a time, giving Francis a chance to refuse him but tilting his head, trying to catch a look at the man underneath. "Look at me, at least," Raju murmurs, voice and expression intent, focused on any glimpse of him. "Or, at least let me look at you. I want to see you. Will you let me?"
For all of his vexation with himself, he can’t turn away from the softness in Ram’s voice, the obvious concern. He lets him tug his arm down but doesn’t turn to look at him, eyes heavily lidded as he stares up into the ceiling and gives another pathetic hiccup.
“Are you certain,” he hisses under his breath, “that I’m not spoiling the moment? Because it feels like I am.”
"You're not happy." It's as complete an answer as Raju has for what feels too obvious for explaining. It isn't about spoiling anything. It's about the reason Raju was so eager to get Francis in bed in the first place which, as hungry as he's been to gain back everything he'd lost in forgetting Francis, isn't really about lust. Not at the heart of it. "I can put my mouth on you wherever you want, later."
Please don't is still floating uncertainly in Raju's mind somewhere, but if that had been about the affection for him, Raju isn't sure how to do anything else. So he does kiss at Francis' wrist again where Francis has set it but the kiss is lighter than before, tentative.
"You said they weren't hurting you," he points out, voice quiet and curious. He watches Francis' face, still just as intently now that he can see it, but caution says not to put his hand there yet. But Raju's hungry to touch him -- maybe some of it's the lust, but Raju feels like he's always hungry to touch him -- so he settles for a hand settled lightly half-on Francis' ribs and half over his stomach. "So this isn't about that. What is it about?"
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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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Date: 2025-01-05 04:33 pm (UTC)"You like it," Raju goes on as his hand slides underneath Francis' trousers, under any clothing there to the skin beneath, "when I put my mouth on you?" He takes Francis' hip in a tight grip for a moment, then relaxes his hold again. Kneeling low like this lets Raju put both his hands to work, knees enough to hold himself up; one slides around Francis' back, pushing toward himself to try and get Francis to arch just enough that Raju can set his palm high on Francis' arse, pushing his hips up while his other hand pulls any clothes around his hips down over the swell of skin under Raju's palm, then down over his thighs. It isn't really a question; Raju can tell very well that Francis does.
"Well, I like it when you make noise for me. When you can't help it." He pulls a little more slowly as the cloth moves over Francis' cock, watching the newly-revealed skin very closely. He doesn't say, though, that he doesn't want Francis biting anything back; trying to make him impossible for him to keep his mouth closed over anything will be more fun than simply asking. "What haven't you ever felt? What were you trying to tell me before? Try it again."
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Date: 2025-01-05 07:00 pm (UTC)He hasn’t experienced the shape of this unknown, the excitement of not being in full control. What he wants to tell him is precisely that - he hasn’t had anyone toy with him in this way, lovingly caress all his various imperfections and still find them desirable, want more from him and enjoy the way he sounds as he whines and cries and moans.
It will absolutely not come out of his mouth that way. It’s all he can do to follow along with Ram’s gentle guidance, and then as even more of him is bared he finds it harder to focus on anything but the man hovering over him. He inhales sharply, hand sliding down one of Ram’s arms, tracing muscles that flex almost imperceptibly under his palm. He hiccups low again and tries to take another breath, not wanting to be interrupted by his own damned lungs. “I haven’t had someone pay me this much attention,” he manages.
Does it do his thoughts any justice? Absolutely not, but it’s all he can do for now as he tries to even out his own breathing. If he relaxes the hiccups will go away, he just needs to…
He pauses. Waits a beat. Maybe they’ve gone. Maybe -
He hiccups again and groans in frustration with himself.
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Date: 2025-01-05 07:39 pm (UTC)"What's wrong?" he asks, knowing the answer and pleased with Francis, with himself, with the world, with the feeling of the skin under his palms as he slides his hands from Francis' knees up toward his hips, easing Francis' thighs further open. He charts everything he feels underneath his hands as they move, hair or bumps, moles or freckles, calluses or untouched skin, and when his hands move in close to the softness of Francis' balls he brushes his fingertips over them, the barest touch. He bites at his lip, thinking, then moves in just close enough to Francis' cock that when he speaks Francis will feel the air of his breath moving over it. Not close enough for any part of it to touch him now, but if the next hiccup jolts his body in just the right way... There's no guarantee, of course, but Raju thinks he'll have plenty of opportunity to experiment with 'accidental' touch before they're done.
"If you want something, Francis," Raju whispers, looking up at him, "you have to tell me."
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Date: 2025-01-06 01:05 am (UTC)With his trousers around his ankles he’s even more restricted than he was before - there’s no shifting of his legs or hooking his ankle around Rama now. He grunts softly as Ram brushes by his cock but doesn’t touch it. It’s maddening in how deliberate his exploration is, how much he skirts around the one very obvious part of Crozier’s body that’s begging to be touched.
But he won’t plead with him. He’s not at that point - there’s still some fight left in him yet.
“I want your mouth on me again,” he tells him, voice sounding a little more broken than he would have cared to sound. “I don’t care where.”
See? No pleading. No demands for immediate satisfaction. He can hold out a little while longer.
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Date: 2025-01-06 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-06 08:55 pm (UTC)He didn’t care. Doesn’t. Wants him in whatever way Ram will give, even when it’s just his undivided attention. Wants to feel loved and adored and worshipped by him, even if it’s just a teasing nip to his thighs. He exhales shakily, chest jumping with a quieter hiccup, and brings his fingers to his own mouth.
He pauses a moment, looking back down between his own thighs at Rama. He has a question on his tongue, one that undoubtedly would be met with outright skepticism, open mocking, or some kind of fed-up show of annoyance, so he holds it in and parts his lips to suck on the tips of his own fingers.
Crozier’s eyes close as he pulls his fingers out with a soft pop. He makes another quiet noise, something like a sigh as he imagines Ram crawling back up his body, giving him that wickedly handsome smile as he laps at his nipple. He reaches down to touch himself, hesitantly at first, then with more effort as he attempts to relive every lick and suck from Ram’s mouth on himself.
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Date: 2025-01-06 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-07 02:07 am (UTC)“Uhn.” His hips bucks slightly as Ram keeps talking, imagining himself in front of the fire touching himself as he waited for him to return from some errand. He gasps quietly as he pinches himself, thinking of his teeth, a low groan sharply interrupted by a loud, invasive hiccup.
He finishes the groan, this time in frustration with himself, and his hand drops to his side.
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Date: 2025-01-07 02:26 am (UTC)"You sound frustrated again," he points out, grinning. "Problem?"
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Date: 2025-01-07 02:50 am (UTC)“Are you laughing at me?” He grumbles a few more words of frustration quietly to himself, laying his arm over his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Ram smirking at him. He tries to inhale slowly again to make the hiccups go away, but it only seems to make the next one worse. “God dammit.”
He’s ruining this!
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Date: 2025-01-07 03:49 am (UTC)"I'm laughing because I like it," he says, the amusement still there in his voice, but gentler. His own free hand starts rubbing long circles over the chest and stomach that are bothering Francis so much, and he kisses the wrist Francis has got dangling over his face. "Look at me, won't you? You've got too lovely a face to cover it up this way."
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Date: 2025-01-07 04:08 pm (UTC)He doesn’t know what part pushes him over the edge - the insistence that Ram likes the disruptive hiccups, his strange noises, his ‘lovely’ face which is undoubtedly not that at all - but the softness followed by yet another hiccup makes him outright wince.
“Please don’t.”
For all those moments he’d been dragged out of his head, he feels like it’s taken nothing for him to be knocked back down.
“Just…give me a moment.”
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Date: 2025-01-07 05:31 pm (UTC)Keep moving forward, Raju decides, but cautiously. He slips his forearm under him -- leaning on his fist feels too casual, now, as if he isn't taking Francis seriously -- and takes Francis' wrist in a loose grip, trying to ease it upward slowly, slowly, fractions of an inch at a time, giving Francis a chance to refuse him but tilting his head, trying to catch a look at the man underneath. "Look at me, at least," Raju murmurs, voice and expression intent, focused on any glimpse of him. "Or, at least let me look at you. I want to see you. Will you let me?"
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Date: 2025-01-08 01:37 am (UTC)For all of his vexation with himself, he can’t turn away from the softness in Ram’s voice, the obvious concern. He lets him tug his arm down but doesn’t turn to look at him, eyes heavily lidded as he stares up into the ceiling and gives another pathetic hiccup.
“Are you certain,” he hisses under his breath, “that I’m not spoiling the moment? Because it feels like I am.”
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Date: 2025-01-08 02:22 am (UTC)Please don't is still floating uncertainly in Raju's mind somewhere, but if that had been about the affection for him, Raju isn't sure how to do anything else. So he does kiss at Francis' wrist again where Francis has set it but the kiss is lighter than before, tentative.
"You said they weren't hurting you," he points out, voice quiet and curious. He watches Francis' face, still just as intently now that he can see it, but caution says not to put his hand there yet. But Raju's hungry to touch him -- maybe some of it's the lust, but Raju feels like he's always hungry to touch him -- so he settles for a hand settled lightly half-on Francis' ribs and half over his stomach. "So this isn't about that. What is it about?"
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