"Mm." Raju tilts his head back to give Francis better access, the hand under Francis' shirt sliding back to his uninjured side and upward as Raju moves. As it does his splayed fingers brush over Francis' nipple, and he smiles at the feeling of it. He's free to enjoy the sensation this time, and rubs his thumb back and forth over it again. He doesn't feel very patient, but at least there are some wonderful distractions in the meantime.

"This is new," he says roughly, feeling Francis' mouth on him. His fingers twitch in a way that, happily, brushes his fingertips over the curve of Francis' chest. He runs his hand slowly along it. He thinks of digging his short nails in a little to make some marks of his own but it doesn't feel right now, not even on Francis' undamaged skin. He likes feeling this part of it healthy and whole too much, doesn't like the idea of causing Francis any pain. Biting would be different. Biting is going to have to wait. "The marks. Marking you. I've never— not since I was younger."