Francis' hand touches the skin under his trousers and the noise Raju makes creeps higher than he expects it to, not a whine but something close, and his hips twitch forward, meeting Francis' as they both move. There's something about... well, he's touched Francis often enough since they started living together, on his shoulders and arms and back, but there's something about it there under Raju's layers of clothes instead of over the way that he'd expected, something about a hand in a place he hasn't allowed one to be for so long, touching with an intimacy he hasn't allowed himself for so long, that hits him from an angle that surprises him.

But the surprise made him bite down a little harder than he'd meant to; he makes a soft noise and kisses the spot, then kisses it again. Then another time, and he starts to feel a little better about it. "What do you want, Francis? Tell me."