Being kissed soundly is a wonderful way to be brought back from the distraction of trying to plan, and the fingers moving along his jaw make him smile. He's very tempted to say he is willing to endure the cold after all, actually, he's on the edge of saying it, and then he doesn't; he thinks he's nearly used to the way the cold feels through him in every moment here until he faces the serious possibility of being naked. Naked with Francis' hand on him would be wonderful, but any hand can only touch so much at once, and the cold can reach everywhere. Raju doesn't even take all his clothes off at the same time to bathe. But he had in those hot springs...

Francis' hips bring an abrupt end to that particular train of thought. The pressure punches a thick, surprised noise that's muffled at first by his closed mouth and then by Francis', morphing from surprise to a groan inside their mouths. "Thank goodness your hips are alright," he breathes against Francis' lips, "so I can..." And he rolls his hips, pressing the two of them together wherever they might touch. Francis shouldn't have to do all the work here, after all. It's only helpful.