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?"
He feels too much all at once, is what he feels. Heat and pressure and weight, skin against skin, firm muscles and strong hand and Rama’s indulgent lips, his expanding chest with each breath, the vibrations of the laughter against his own body - he feels it all at once, and his head spins slightly before he’s grounded by the attention to more sensitive areas. He grips his shoulder, trimmed nails digging into Ram’s skin as he bucks his hips back up into his hand.
“I feel like you might be trying to kill me,” he exhales, trying for dry and collected but quickly following it up with a shiver. “Chrissakes…I feel…how does your mind keep working when you feel this good? I can barely breathe, let alone talk!”
Raju makes a low, pleased noise, brushing his nose over Francis' skin and then resting his lips there against his neck, panting openmouthed. "But you're still talking," he breathes, slowing the movement of his hand as it reaches the tip of Francis' cock so he can swirl his thumb around it. "That's how. As long as you can still think..."
He pauses to pant, close enough to feel Francis' neck and jaw against his eyelashes when he blinks, close enough to smell his skin. His hips move again, without asking the rest of him. "...then I know I can do better."
"This is a involuntary action," he groans softly, finding the back of Ram's head and stroking his hair. "Like breathing...like..."
Like the hiccups, which he hasn't had in some time. He bites back a soft laugh and raises his hips again, encouraging more from Rama's hand. "Hiccups. Like hiccuping. I'm not sparing a single thought for anything but your hand on me."
At the hand over his hair Raju shudders, his own hand pausing. After a moment his head drops the inch separating it from Francis' skin. "Me too," he whispers, opens his mouth to say-- Well. There's always been something powerful to it, the sensation of it, a hand moving gentle over his hair, and matching that comfort and particular kind of powerful want to this kind is strange. He can't think of how to say so outside I like it. But of course he likes it.
So he only makes a wordless noise, a cross between a brief, happy moan and a hum and starts moving his hand again, just a little tighter and faster than before. He finds himself breathing harder, chest pressing against Francis' with each breath, and pleasure and need building in him needs some place to go, and without thinking about it he takes a little of Francis' skin between his teeth.
In addition to his hand his thoughts are flooded with the sensation of Rama’s body pressed against his and his teeth on his skin. He tightens his hand in his hair briefly, encouragingly, hissing under his breath as everything starts to build like an orchestra leading to a crescendo.
“More,” he finds himself saying. “More, Ram, please…”
He can’t be certain what he wants ‘more’ of - the biting or the hand on him or the heavy breathing in his ear, but it’s all so wonderful his head is absolutely swimming.
The hard, shaking breaths he's taking sound loud against Francis' skin and the skin against his feels warm, fever-hot -- or maybe that's him. Or maybe it doesn't matter. Francis pleads for more and Raju's hand tightens and he rocks his hips once, then again more quickly, and then his body's curling up against Francis', free hand clenching desperately at Francis' shoulder, fingertips pressing hard into the muscle there. Raju's orgasm starts in heavy, rasping breaths but ends in a long low moan and then the tension and motion drains out from him, his grip over them softening as his cock does. He relaxes against Francis' body, realising his teeth had clenched around Francis' skin and letting go, pressing a series of slow kisses to the spot.
The kisses shift location a little as his body does; he's trying to slide to one side so all his weight won't be resting directly on Francis. He can keep going if Francis needs him to, but it isn't an option just now to keep holding himself up.
Crozier learns another new thing about himself as Ram bites into his skin - a little pain mixed with pleasure, or in this very specific case, Ram losing control and inadvertently sinking his teeth into him like a predator catching its prey, travels straight down to his cock and overwhelms the circuits in his brain. He gasps and lets out another one of those lose cries, that desperate sort of keening that came on from being played with like a beloved toy, then another as he feels Ram’s heat burn into him.
Just listening to him would have been enough. God knows how much he loves hearing Rama’s breath go shaky as he loses himself, but his hand continues too and Crozier twists and grasps until his hand finds Ram’s shoulder and he can anchor himself through his own release. It comes on fast and hard, and he’s only partially aware as the waves settle that the body above him has now sunk to one side.
Raju lies there, breathing. His thighs feel wet; he wants to clean it, but doesn't want to move away, so that's going to have to wait. The hand that'd been around their cocks drifts upward, over Francis' bare hip, up his side, down his chest and around his stomach, over his hips again. "I love that noise," he says, more breath than speech, and heaves himself up just a little so he can kiss up Francis' neck. "You sounded wonderful," Raju says, and kisses his jaw. "Beautiful," he adds, kissing the side of Francis' face.
He smiles lopsidedly, leaning into the kisses like a cat soaking up the sunlight. Rama loves his noises. It’s still a little hard to believe, but getting easier and easier to hear with each iteration. “I think…” he murmurs, fingers brushing down Ram’s back, “that I may love you.”
Raju lets out a hard, rough breath through parted lips, smiling. "Well, that's a relief," he mumbles, shivering under the brush of rough fingertips over his back and curling a leg over Francis, not caring what the gesture smears over Francis' stomach. He brushes his nose up the side of Francis' face as he talks. "Hate to think one of us was here for something else, after all this time," he goes on and lets his lips land in a gentle kiss next to Francis' eye, hand spread over his chest to touch as much as he can of him.
Crozier isn't thinking about cleaning mess or fetching clothes or anything that involves moving from this spot. His brain is still firmly in that post-climax haze, the gentle caressing and sweet kisses good but not quite enough to sate his cravings for him. He turns and takes Rama's chin into his hand, thumb brushing over his beard before he drags him down for slow kiss.
"I know you were worried," he teases, pulling back to suck on his lower lip indulgently.
"No." It's barely a word, moving slow and quiet out from his lips as they move back from kissing again. His eyelids are half closed and he studies Francis' eyes for a moment, then his hand slides over to the place on Francis' chest where Raju can feel the slow beat there against his palm. "I don't worry about that. I know your heart."
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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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Date: 2025-01-13 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-15 02:04 pm (UTC)He feels too much all at once, is what he feels. Heat and pressure and weight, skin against skin, firm muscles and strong hand and Rama’s indulgent lips, his expanding chest with each breath, the vibrations of the laughter against his own body - he feels it all at once, and his head spins slightly before he’s grounded by the attention to more sensitive areas. He grips his shoulder, trimmed nails digging into Ram’s skin as he bucks his hips back up into his hand.
“I feel like you might be trying to kill me,” he exhales, trying for dry and collected but quickly following it up with a shiver. “Chrissakes…I feel…how does your mind keep working when you feel this good? I can barely breathe, let alone talk!”
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Date: 2025-01-16 01:14 am (UTC)He pauses to pant, close enough to feel Francis' neck and jaw against his eyelashes when he blinks, close enough to smell his skin. His hips move again, without asking the rest of him. "...then I know I can do better."
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Date: 2025-01-17 02:40 am (UTC)"This is a involuntary action," he groans softly, finding the back of Ram's head and stroking his hair. "Like breathing...like..."
Like the hiccups, which he hasn't had in some time. He bites back a soft laugh and raises his hips again, encouraging more from Rama's hand. "Hiccups. Like hiccuping. I'm not sparing a single thought for anything but your hand on me."
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Date: 2025-01-18 01:16 am (UTC)So he only makes a wordless noise, a cross between a brief, happy moan and a hum and starts moving his hand again, just a little tighter and faster than before. He finds himself breathing harder, chest pressing against Francis' with each breath, and pleasure and need building in him needs some place to go, and without thinking about it he takes a little of Francis' skin between his teeth.
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Date: 2025-01-18 10:54 pm (UTC)In addition to his hand his thoughts are flooded with the sensation of Rama’s body pressed against his and his teeth on his skin. He tightens his hand in his hair briefly, encouragingly, hissing under his breath as everything starts to build like an orchestra leading to a crescendo.
“More,” he finds himself saying. “More, Ram, please…”
He can’t be certain what he wants ‘more’ of - the biting or the hand on him or the heavy breathing in his ear, but it’s all so wonderful his head is absolutely swimming.
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Date: 2025-01-19 03:50 pm (UTC)The kisses shift location a little as his body does; he's trying to slide to one side so all his weight won't be resting directly on Francis. He can keep going if Francis needs him to, but it isn't an option just now to keep holding himself up.
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Date: 2025-01-20 02:40 pm (UTC)Crozier learns another new thing about himself as Ram bites into his skin - a little pain mixed with pleasure, or in this very specific case, Ram losing control and inadvertently sinking his teeth into him like a predator catching its prey, travels straight down to his cock and overwhelms the circuits in his brain. He gasps and lets out another one of those lose cries, that desperate sort of keening that came on from being played with like a beloved toy, then another as he feels Ram’s heat burn into him.
Just listening to him would have been enough. God knows how much he loves hearing Rama’s breath go shaky as he loses himself, but his hand continues too and Crozier twists and grasps until his hand finds Ram’s shoulder and he can anchor himself through his own release. It comes on fast and hard, and he’s only partially aware as the waves settle that the body above him has now sunk to one side.
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Date: 2025-01-20 11:51 pm (UTC)He smiles lopsidedly, leaning into the kisses like a cat soaking up the sunlight. Rama loves his noises. It’s still a little hard to believe, but getting easier and easier to hear with each iteration. “I think…” he murmurs, fingers brushing down Ram’s back, “that I may love you.”
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Date: 2025-01-21 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-21 03:05 am (UTC)Crozier isn't thinking about cleaning mess or fetching clothes or anything that involves moving from this spot. His brain is still firmly in that post-climax haze, the gentle caressing and sweet kisses good but not quite enough to sate his cravings for him. He turns and takes Rama's chin into his hand, thumb brushing over his beard before he drags him down for slow kiss.
"I know you were worried," he teases, pulling back to suck on his lower lip indulgently.
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