"Mm." The hand moving over his arse, feeling as he does, has Raju squirming, which has the happy and torturous effect of rubbing them together in unplanned little stops and starts. Raju might have more layers over him than Francis does but he can still feel himself stiffening in his trousers, and he can feel Francis' crotch against his, and the very highest point inside his thighs, and it's a good thing Francis wants him here and now because it might not be time for now just yet but here is starting to feel inevitable.

Right on time, just as Francis compliments the noises he's making Raju finds himself making another one, half-cut off in his throat. "I don't mean to be," he rasps, low. "I just—"

He feels Francis' nails in his skin and he squirms again, letting out a rough, hard breath. That probably says more than trying to end the sentence on purpose would, so Raju lets it go in favour of sensation. This feeling should go somewhere, back into the man beneath him somehow. You're the only one allowed to mark me, Francis had said, and so Raju tries, ducking his head to put his teeth gently to Francis' skin, sucking the spot gently, kissing it carefully after.