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?"
He blinks hard, throat feeling thick as he tries gather the pieces of himself that are rapidly unraveling. This is not how this night was supposed to turn out, with all its celebrating and followed by the smoldering between them.
“It’s so childish,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m spoiling this with my-my damn noises.”
"You said that before," Raju points out, voice neither patient nor impatient, only stating a fact. "That you're spoiling the moment. But it's like the dancing, Francis; I don't make love to you to a script. There's only me, and only you. That's what I want."
He can't quite help it, the affection, looking at Francis this way: his hand moves to Francis' side and curls, brushing its fingertips very lightly from ribs toward hip and back again. "And I told you, I like your noises. You really should have told me when I said that, that you didn't." Is it a mistake, to put anything lighthearted in when Francis is looking and sounding like he does? Well, it's a useful way to approach the question he needs to ask, with luck a ridiculous enough one with a seemingly obvious enough answer to get Francis actually talking through it. "You don't like making noises for me?"
“It’s unseemly,” he grumbles, though the answer is no, he does like making noises for him. He likes it very much, and it’s doing them both a disservice to deny it.
But he doesn’t like the damn hiccups! The hiccups are making whatever good feelings they’re cultivating together completely halt.
He slowly lets the tension in his shoulders unwind and his head drop to one side - towards Ram, and his soft touches and even softer expression on his face. When he finally brings himself to look in his eyes he can see the sincerity in them, the slight tinge of worry at his over-the-top reaction to his own body. He feels himself start to relax again, and picks up Ram’s hand to bring to his face.
“It’s not any of that, Ram. I’m not used to this amount of attention and I-”
The hiccup that interrupts this very sentimental moment is the loudest, most disruptive one of all. He stares at Ram after it finishes echoing around the room, then begins to laugh.
Reflexively Raju's expression goes blank at the sound, which lasts just long enough for Raju to actively decide to keep his face still that way; Francis has only just started to thaw, only just touching and looking at him again and explaining instead of blaming himself for ruining something that doesn't exist, and the last thing they need--
And then Francis laughs and amusement curls over Raju's face a second after, with relief mixed into it. As tense as Francis is, or maybe was, laughter is a wonderful sign. "Is it the hiccups bothering you, then?" Raju asks, moving the hand under Francis' to rub his thumb over Francis' lips, tracing the shape of the smile as he'd laughed. "Or the attention? I was enjoying both, but if you aren't..."
He trails off and then smiles a little, tentative and teasing. "Well, I don't know. I suppose I could close my eyes and pretend I'm not paying any attention to you."
He shakes his head softly, letting Ram feel it under the tips of his fingers. “The attention is new, a little strange,” he admits, reflexively kissing the hand tracing his lips. “But I’m enjoying it.”
Maybe it’s because it’s Rama, or maybe because it’s novel. But he doesn’t feel silly being put under the microscope like this.
Raju's eyebrows rise. "A child?" he asks, incredulous and fond, encouraged by the kiss to his fingers as they drift over Francis' thicker lower lip, his thinner, shapely upper one. Encouraged enough to bend one of his legs, letting his thigh and knee rub against Francis' thigh, settling on top of it with only inches separating the bent knee from that sensitive skin Raju'd been so carefully just avoiding with his mouth only a minute or so ago. It isn't the time to try and work Francis up again, not seriously, but it is the time to suggest it. And rewarding to do on its own, too, sending heat stirring in Raju just to touch him this way.
"Do you remember what I was doing to you when you got them?" He smiles into Francis' eyes, pleased with the memory and entirely focused on him. "Why don't you tell me how you felt, feeling me so keenly you couldn't breathe properly?" Raju moves his thumb slowly over Francis' lips again and pauses halfway, pulling Francis' lip down and moving in for an enthusiastic -- though brief -- kiss, hand spread over Francis' cheek, sucking on that same lip as he draws back again, looking satisfied with himself. "And tell me then how childish you're feeling."
The heat and pressure of Rama’s thigh pressed against his is reassuring, and more than a little stimulating. He exhales through his nose as Ram presses the kiss into his mouth, hot and fierce but sadly brief, and hisses from that sting of the teeth on his lower lip.
He stares back at him a moment, gears turning in his mind, before taking hold of Ram’s head and kissing him ferociously, possessively, so he knows how much he wants him, how good he’s made him felt. There’s another hiccup, one that he keeps in his throat so that his chest jolts but he doesn’t make a noise, and he kisses him through it.
He doesn’t have to tell him how it all felt - Ram could see his erection, the way that he throbbed with every scrape of his teeth or lick of his tongue. But he does want to answer still, and murmurs against his mouth, “there’s nothing else that exists but you and me, that’s how it felt.”
Raju kisses back just as ferociously, moving even closer to Francis and pressing their bodies together. Then Francis murmurs exactly what Raju had been hoping to lead him to and Raju smiles so deeply that his cheeks round out and Raju kisses him again, more slowly this time, appreciatively, but just as passionate. When that second kiss ends he draws back enough to set his hand over Francis' chest, which he'd felt jump with the noise Francis had been holding back, which had reminded him:
"If we keep going, you have to remember that. Remember that I want you all the time, even when you're embarrassed." Raju's smile comes back. He bites his lip over it and then tilts his head to nip some place near Francis' chin, biting and kissing in a slow line upward as he talks, between sentences, hand rubbing hard against Francis' chest in slow, absent shapes. "Maybe especially then. I like when you try to do something for me, and can't help but hiccup instead. I like that you can't stop. I want every noise coming out of your mouth to be for me. I want you helpless and embarrassed under me as much as I want you moaning my name. Do you understand?"
Ram looks downright boyish when he smiles like that, but that perceived innocence quickly goes away when he starts kissing away at his chin and jaw, uttering those loving and things against his skin. Rama loves him so damn much, and he thinks that might have been his issue to begin with, his own disbelief that someone could be so sincere about him, of all the people in the world. What has he done to deserve such devotion? But what he sees now is that the how and why isn’t important - Ram just does, and he feels the same in turn.
At the small revelation he lets out another quiet sound, soft and a hair away from a whimper, breath hitching in his throat again. Finally he nods; he understands what Ram’s been trying to tell him. He understands fully. All these things belong to him, and are fully wanted.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,,” he murmurs, turning his head to touch their noses together. “I want it too. All of it.”
When Francis turns his head toward him Raju stills, the trail his mouth had been forging up Francis' jaw having done what it'd been meant to. So Raju feels their noses brushing, lets the moment settle only looking at him, close enough that he goes a little crosseyed trying it. His smile is warm and satisfied, but still: "We'll see," Raju challenges him. "The next time you get frustrated I'm going to tease you, and we'll see how much of it you want to give me then."
Then he moves for a quick kiss to the tip of Francis' long nose, and settles close to look at him again. "Your eyes are magnificent this close," he notes, the arm under him rubbing its thumb back and forth over Francis' shoulder while his other hand brushes its fingertips up and down Francis' side again. "I was at your thighs before, but I like looking too much to go back down there yet."
All the same, he can feel goosepimples rising again the longer they're still. Easier to notice the chill now that Francis' frustrations seem resolved. It's warmer underneath the blanket than it was, but tucked up around the headboard out of their way like it is the warmest thing is Francis with the body heat he puts off like a furnace. Raju shifts his body close to press against him while they decide what to do next, shivering a little.
Crozier’s own line of thought, which granted is mostly marveling at Ram’s long eyelashes and plump lips, is interrupted by the shiver. It might not have even been noticed if Rama hadn’t been pressed up so closely to him, but Crozier feels the rest of his body start to go cold. It simply won’t do.
“Come here,” he growls softly, grabbing Ram’s thigh that’s draped over him and pulling, guiding him (just a touch insistently) to slide himself on top of him. “None of that. Let’s warm you up.”
Raju's face curves into a broad grin as he follows Francis' insistent pull and finds himself on top of Francis again, knees spread to press against either side of Francis' hips. The position pulls his trousers tight, and the friction along with the closeness of Francis' cock starts to regain what the worry for Francis had lost him.
He sets his hands on Francis' stomach, moving them slowly and appreciatively upward to cup his pectorals. "And now? Warming me up is your idea." He punctuates his next question by lowering his hips just a little, thumbs swiping briefly over Francis' nipples. "What are you proposing, exactly?"
He bites at his lower lip as Ram’s still-clothed hips brush against his very much still erect cock, the slight pain from the chafe overwhelmed by the attention being paid to him again. “I propose a return to previous activities, though you already seem to be ahead of me there.”
But he hasn’t done much touching at all, and through another hiccup - fair quieter, and with a larger lull in between - he reaches between them and rubs his thumb and then his knuckles over the front of his trousers. “This must be agony, no?” He turns his hand to palm at him, finding the shape of him underneath the cloth and stroking slowly. “Should I relieve you?”
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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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Date: 2025-01-09 02:19 am (UTC)He blinks hard, throat feeling thick as he tries gather the pieces of himself that are rapidly unraveling. This is not how this night was supposed to turn out, with all its celebrating and followed by the smoldering between them.
“It’s so childish,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m spoiling this with my-my damn noises.”
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Date: 2025-01-09 03:08 am (UTC)He can't quite help it, the affection, looking at Francis this way: his hand moves to Francis' side and curls, brushing its fingertips very lightly from ribs toward hip and back again. "And I told you, I like your noises. You really should have told me when I said that, that you didn't." Is it a mistake, to put anything lighthearted in when Francis is looking and sounding like he does? Well, it's a useful way to approach the question he needs to ask, with luck a ridiculous enough one with a seemingly obvious enough answer to get Francis actually talking through it. "You don't like making noises for me?"
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Date: 2025-01-09 03:16 pm (UTC)“It’s unseemly,” he grumbles, though the answer is no, he does like making noises for him. He likes it very much, and it’s doing them both a disservice to deny it.
But he doesn’t like the damn hiccups! The hiccups are making whatever good feelings they’re cultivating together completely halt.
He slowly lets the tension in his shoulders unwind and his head drop to one side - towards Ram, and his soft touches and even softer expression on his face. When he finally brings himself to look in his eyes he can see the sincerity in them, the slight tinge of worry at his over-the-top reaction to his own body. He feels himself start to relax again, and picks up Ram’s hand to bring to his face.
“It’s not any of that, Ram. I’m not used to this amount of attention and I-”
The hiccup that interrupts this very sentimental moment is the loudest, most disruptive one of all. He stares at Ram after it finishes echoing around the room, then begins to laugh.
“These goddamn hiccups!”
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Date: 2025-01-09 04:18 pm (UTC)And then Francis laughs and amusement curls over Raju's face a second after, with relief mixed into it. As tense as Francis is, or maybe was, laughter is a wonderful sign. "Is it the hiccups bothering you, then?" Raju asks, moving the hand under Francis' to rub his thumb over Francis' lips, tracing the shape of the smile as he'd laughed. "Or the attention? I was enjoying both, but if you aren't..."
He trails off and then smiles a little, tentative and teasing. "Well, I don't know. I suppose I could close my eyes and pretend I'm not paying any attention to you."
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Date: 2025-01-09 06:20 pm (UTC)He shakes his head softly, letting Ram feel it under the tips of his fingers. “The attention is new, a little strange,” he admits, reflexively kissing the hand tracing his lips. “But I’m enjoying it.”
Maybe it’s because it’s Rama, or maybe because it’s novel. But he doesn’t feel silly being put under the microscope like this.
“I do feel like a child with these hiccups.”
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Date: 2025-01-09 07:17 pm (UTC)"Do you remember what I was doing to you when you got them?" He smiles into Francis' eyes, pleased with the memory and entirely focused on him. "Why don't you tell me how you felt, feeling me so keenly you couldn't breathe properly?" Raju moves his thumb slowly over Francis' lips again and pauses halfway, pulling Francis' lip down and moving in for an enthusiastic -- though brief -- kiss, hand spread over Francis' cheek, sucking on that same lip as he draws back again, looking satisfied with himself. "And tell me then how childish you're feeling."
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Date: 2025-01-10 02:14 am (UTC)The heat and pressure of Rama’s thigh pressed against his is reassuring, and more than a little stimulating. He exhales through his nose as Ram presses the kiss into his mouth, hot and fierce but sadly brief, and hisses from that sting of the teeth on his lower lip.
He stares back at him a moment, gears turning in his mind, before taking hold of Ram’s head and kissing him ferociously, possessively, so he knows how much he wants him, how good he’s made him felt. There’s another hiccup, one that he keeps in his throat so that his chest jolts but he doesn’t make a noise, and he kisses him through it.
He doesn’t have to tell him how it all felt - Ram could see his erection, the way that he throbbed with every scrape of his teeth or lick of his tongue. But he does want to answer still, and murmurs against his mouth, “there’s nothing else that exists but you and me, that’s how it felt.”
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Date: 2025-01-10 03:59 pm (UTC)"If we keep going, you have to remember that. Remember that I want you all the time, even when you're embarrassed." Raju's smile comes back. He bites his lip over it and then tilts his head to nip some place near Francis' chin, biting and kissing in a slow line upward as he talks, between sentences, hand rubbing hard against Francis' chest in slow, absent shapes. "Maybe especially then. I like when you try to do something for me, and can't help but hiccup instead. I like that you can't stop. I want every noise coming out of your mouth to be for me. I want you helpless and embarrassed under me as much as I want you moaning my name. Do you understand?"
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Date: 2025-01-11 02:20 am (UTC)Ram looks downright boyish when he smiles like that, but that perceived innocence quickly goes away when he starts kissing away at his chin and jaw, uttering those loving and things against his skin. Rama loves him so damn much, and he thinks that might have been his issue to begin with, his own disbelief that someone could be so sincere about him, of all the people in the world. What has he done to deserve such devotion? But what he sees now is that the how and why isn’t important - Ram just does, and he feels the same in turn.
At the small revelation he lets out another quiet sound, soft and a hair away from a whimper, breath hitching in his throat again. Finally he nods; he understands what Ram’s been trying to tell him. He understands fully. All these things belong to him, and are fully wanted.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,,” he murmurs, turning his head to touch their noses together. “I want it too. All of it.”
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Date: 2025-01-11 02:37 pm (UTC)Then he moves for a quick kiss to the tip of Francis' long nose, and settles close to look at him again. "Your eyes are magnificent this close," he notes, the arm under him rubbing its thumb back and forth over Francis' shoulder while his other hand brushes its fingertips up and down Francis' side again. "I was at your thighs before, but I like looking too much to go back down there yet."
All the same, he can feel goosepimples rising again the longer they're still. Easier to notice the chill now that Francis' frustrations seem resolved. It's warmer underneath the blanket than it was, but tucked up around the headboard out of their way like it is the warmest thing is Francis with the body heat he puts off like a furnace. Raju shifts his body close to press against him while they decide what to do next, shivering a little.
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Date: 2025-01-11 06:24 pm (UTC)Crozier’s own line of thought, which granted is mostly marveling at Ram’s long eyelashes and plump lips, is interrupted by the shiver. It might not have even been noticed if Rama hadn’t been pressed up so closely to him, but Crozier feels the rest of his body start to go cold. It simply won’t do.
“Come here,” he growls softly, grabbing Ram’s thigh that’s draped over him and pulling, guiding him (just a touch insistently) to slide himself on top of him. “None of that. Let’s warm you up.”
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Date: 2025-01-11 09:57 pm (UTC)He sets his hands on Francis' stomach, moving them slowly and appreciatively upward to cup his pectorals. "And now? Warming me up is your idea." He punctuates his next question by lowering his hips just a little, thumbs swiping briefly over Francis' nipples. "What are you proposing, exactly?"
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Date: 2025-01-11 11:52 pm (UTC)He bites at his lower lip as Ram’s still-clothed hips brush against his very much still erect cock, the slight pain from the chafe overwhelmed by the attention being paid to him again. “I propose a return to previous activities, though you already seem to be ahead of me there.”
But he hasn’t done much touching at all, and through another hiccup - fair quieter, and with a larger lull in between - he reaches between them and rubs his thumb and then his knuckles over the front of his trousers. “This must be agony, no?” He turns his hand to palm at him, finding the shape of him underneath the cloth and stroking slowly. “Should I relieve you?”
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