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?”
The pressure of Francis’ hand, his fingers, lets a sudden noise out from Raju’s throat, a pleading moan he hadn’t known was trapped in there until it escapes, and reflexively he tilts his hips to press more firmly against Francis’ touch, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Francis.” His voice is low and rough, and he has to hurriedly move one of his hands to the mattress beside Francis’ chest so he doesn’t end up leaning on Francis’ ribs. “It wouldn’t be agony if you weren’t…” He pauses for breath. “…touching me.”
He laughs breathlessly, head hanging, and clarifies, free hand cupping Francis’ cheek. “I wasn’t thinking about it. Was thinking about you.”
“I was thinking about myself as well,” he says, corners of his lips tugging upwards mischievously. He doesn’t stop the touch - he very well couldn’t after hearing Ram make such a gorgeous noise - and turns his head to kiss his calloused palm. “You look too tempting for me not to touch.”
He spares him for just a moment, fingers undoing his button and zipper so he can slip them into Rama’s trousers. There’s less cheek in the act than practicality, slowly he begins to push down the trousers so that they hang from Ram’s hips.
Raju laughs again and the laugh quickly turns into a brief moan, loud and unsteady breaths at the roughness of the trousers pushed down over him, a full body shiver at the sensation — not only the cold — of those sensitive parts of him exposed suddenly to the relative chill of the air. His hand moves down from Francis’ face, its trail slow and its end goal Francis’ cock.
“I was so caught up in…” He takes a loud breath, hips twitching. “…in looking at you. I forgot you were looking, too. I want you, Francis. What do you want?”
He laughs quietly; it seems absurd that he wouldn’t look at Ram, pretty picture that he is. He slides his hand back up his chest and cups one of his pecs, flicking his thumb over his nipple in reciprocity.
“Oh, Ram,” he sighs, the question sounding too big. He wants everything, but there’s a little tug at the back of his head that reminds him how delicious it had been to have been wanted so throughly by Ram. “I…I want you to have me in whatever way you choose. That’s what I want most.”
Raju squirms as Francis flicks his nipple, nearly laughing again, trying to focus on what Francis is saying. Francis thinks, and he decides, and Raju grins, wicked and pleased, and lowers himself nearly-onto Francis for a passionate kiss. "Then put your hand around us," he breathes into Francis' mouth, tilting his hips and feeling their cocks sliding together. "I'll help in a moment." While he says it Raju shifts his weight onto one hand; as Francis' hand moves Raju intends to give a gentle -- as these things go -- sudden twist to Francis' nipple, wanting the sensation to take Francis by surprise. Then he'll reach out for the oil they keep near the bed and wrap his free hand around Francis', helping him work the both of them over.
Crozier wraps a trusting arm around him and yelps loudly as his poor abused nipple gets another tweak by Ram’s strong hand. Cheeky bastard. He forgives him though as Ram takes the two of them in his palm, making them good and slick as he presses them both together, equally hot and aching. He hisses through his teeth and bends a leg to press his weight down through the sole of his foot.
Raju laughs and rolls his hips, moving his cock against Francis', breathing in hard and pressing a messy kiss to Francis' cheek, his jaw, his neck. "I want you," he gasps, "just this way. Feeling every inch of you under every inch of me. I've missed your waist, your stomach, your chest, your hips. I feel all of it." He rolls his hips again, this time letting the rest of his body writhe a little, too. "Just like this. What do you feel, Francis?"
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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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Date: 2025-01-12 12:30 am (UTC)“Francis.” His voice is low and rough, and he has to hurriedly move one of his hands to the mattress beside Francis’ chest so he doesn’t end up leaning on Francis’ ribs. “It wouldn’t be agony if you weren’t…” He pauses for breath. “…touching me.”
He laughs breathlessly, head hanging, and clarifies, free hand cupping Francis’ cheek. “I wasn’t thinking about it. Was thinking about you.”
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Date: 2025-01-12 01:26 am (UTC)“I was thinking about myself as well,” he says, corners of his lips tugging upwards mischievously. He doesn’t stop the touch - he very well couldn’t after hearing Ram make such a gorgeous noise - and turns his head to kiss his calloused palm. “You look too tempting for me not to touch.”
He spares him for just a moment, fingers undoing his button and zipper so he can slip them into Rama’s trousers. There’s less cheek in the act than practicality, slowly he begins to push down the trousers so that they hang from Ram’s hips.
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Date: 2025-01-12 02:38 pm (UTC)“I was so caught up in…” He takes a loud breath, hips twitching. “…in looking at you. I forgot you were looking, too. I want you, Francis. What do you want?”
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Date: 2025-01-12 09:17 pm (UTC)He laughs quietly; it seems absurd that he wouldn’t look at Ram, pretty picture that he is. He slides his hand back up his chest and cups one of his pecs, flicking his thumb over his nipple in reciprocity.
“Oh, Ram,” he sighs, the question sounding too big. He wants everything, but there’s a little tug at the back of his head that reminds him how delicious it had been to have been wanted so throughly by Ram. “I…I want you to have me in whatever way you choose. That’s what I want most.”
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Date: 2025-01-13 01:42 am (UTC)Crozier wraps a trusting arm around him and yelps loudly as his poor abused nipple gets another tweak by Ram’s strong hand. Cheeky bastard. He forgives him though as Ram takes the two of them in his palm, making them good and slick as he presses them both together, equally hot and aching. He hisses through his teeth and bends a leg to press his weight down through the sole of his foot.
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