"I'm sorry, am I the one who..." The motions of Raju's hand stutter to a stop as he lets out a breath, surprised and amused and pleased all at once. He can feel teeth on his neck, and he can feel Francis kissing and licking there after, and the sensations are entirely new. He takes a mostly-still moment to consider what he's feeling. Then his hand moves to tug at his second layer too, fruitlessly; this one would have to be pulled over his head, and the other would need more unbuttoning first, but for a moment at least Raju can hold it out of the way, goosepimpling skin bared to Francis and to the chill air.

"I didn't know we were going to be biting," he says, a little breathlessly. "Do I get to do that next?"