"Hmm, but then how would you reach my neck right there?" His grin is absent, gaze distant as Francis' face is too busy to be looked at, and the only thing left to do is feel. This sensation too is a new one; Seetha hadn't bitten, and after they'd gotten a bit older leaving marks had started seeming... immature, somehow, undignified, and made it harder for others to pretend they didn't know well what they'd been doing, anyway. Raju studies the sensation, and finds that he's happy to be feeling it again.

His free hand moves slowly down Francis' unhurt side over the bizarrely soft sweater, the form underneath it, and slips his hand under the hem. There's something about doing things this way, sneaking his hand underneath, that wouldn't be there if Francis was still naked. Something good, or maybe only familiar. Raju doesn't think about what that something is, not for longer than a second, because Francis' skin is warm. It's warm and soft, and Raju can't resist the urge to pinch a tiny fold of skin between his fingers and twist, just for a second.