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[blueskinnedboy]

From somewhere in the palace comes the sound of flute music and drums--exactly where, it's hard to say. Perhaps the music is something that Chris--more Krishna here than anyone else--just carries around with him

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[go_between]

Richard watches him with pleasure for a moment, and then slips off his shoes and shirt to join him.

[blueskinnedboy]

Chris puts his hands on Richard's hips, guiding him to the rhythm of the music.

[go_between]

Richard moves easily if not expertly, his eyes never leaving Chris'.

Beautiful...

[blueskinnedboy]

"Beautiful," Chris repeats softly, Hindi syllables dripping from his tongue like honey. "You are beautiful to me." He steps close to Richard and kisses him, holding his face in his hands.