"I think..." Raju's breath is warm over his lips. His gaze is hot over Francis' body. "I want all of you," he says, quiet and hungry. "If I do anything I'll do everything. It'll be hard, I know, but..."

His thumb moves over Francis' lips. It moves slowly, exploring, as if the other times he's mapped the territory there can't be trusted and he needs to learn all of it again. "It'll get easier. You'll see. You're too important to take the risk. Your health is too important. And I couldn't—"

Raju's gaze fixes on his thumb, away from Francis' eyes. His lips thin, and he takes a harsh breath in through his nose. He shakes his head, looks away for a moment, and meets Francis' gaze again once his own can be confident, steadier. "We'll grow used to it. It'll be alright."