Captain Crozier

He's pressed back as Francis surges into the kiss and Raju can feel the weight of him unfamiliar and solid, trapping Raju securely exactly where he is. He can feel Francis' heart beating hard too, that's how close they are. How close they finally are. Francis' fingers link with his and then they press down, even more that's keeping him in place, and Raju lets out a laugh against Francis' lips that he'd expected to sound amused but comes out sounding giddy instead, excited and unsteady. Being held down this way is something Raju's only expected to feel in a fight, something to push against and win— but he doesn't have to win, here. Here the force holding him in place is Francis, who stays with him even when he shouldn't, who'd washed his hair and his hands and tended to his feet before they'd made their commitments to one another at all, at least out loud. Francis who's steadfast and intelligent and kind. If there's anyone with whom he can stop pushing trust to lead him it's this man and the thought is... well, it's a relief, an enormous relief but it's something else too, something washing through all his limbs at once.

Still. There's no reason to make things too easy on him.

The hand Raju's got on Francis' collar starts to creep up toward the back of Francis' neck, elbow out and the bend of his arm open enough that an arm on its own could slip itself through and push Raju's down to the blanket without any hand involved at all. Not making it too easy, but not making it too hard.

"And the other hand?" he grins against Francis' lips, hand continuing its slow journey toward holding Francis down somewhere. "What are you going to do about that?"