Impossibly sweet, that touch to his pulse. Crozier lets him have his way, because of course he's right, and he has to admit to himself that he likes how professional Jopson is. Despite how wildly unprofessional they've been for the past hour.
Near the door, he touches Jopson's chin. Again, in that way he did when he first tipped his head up. He looks at him for a moment, and then kisses him.
A wonderfully good boy. An unbelievably stubborn steward. And very patient, to be putting up with these frivolous extra touches and wasted minutes when they should be having things quick and rough and scurrying apart after. It means something to him, and he's grateful, even if the younger man is just indulging him. He seems to have enjoyed himself at least, and that makes Francis feel content with it all.
The touch under his chin will always be the thing he thinks most fondly of - the way he's kept his eyes off the floor, drawn him in, refocused him. What better to focus on than the captain himself. The kiss, however, takes him aback. His eyes flutter closed and he leans into it just enough before they part.
He's slow to open his eyes after, to take in the man's face, to even think about taming the heat in his own cheeks. But in the end he smiles, all the warmth flooding into the pale blue of his eyes. A little nod of his head.
"Of course. Sleep well, Captain."
With another little nod he slips out, shutting the door behind him, and disappearing back to his berth.
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Near the door, he touches Jopson's chin. Again, in that way he did when he first tipped his head up. He looks at him for a moment, and then kisses him.
A wonderfully good boy. An unbelievably stubborn steward. And very patient, to be putting up with these frivolous extra touches and wasted minutes when they should be having things quick and rough and scurrying apart after. It means something to him, and he's grateful, even if the younger man is just indulging him. He seems to have enjoyed himself at least, and that makes Francis feel content with it all.
"Goodnight, Tomás."
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He's slow to open his eyes after, to take in the man's face, to even think about taming the heat in his own cheeks. But in the end he smiles, all the warmth flooding into the pale blue of his eyes. A little nod of his head.
"Of course. Sleep well, Captain."
With another little nod he slips out, shutting the door behind him, and disappearing back to his berth.