Francis' body is all on him now, and his arms are pinning Raju's arms, and his fingers are interlocked with Raju's fingers. He can feel Francis' chest against his, and his stomach against his, and his leg sliding up, and up. He feels covered, held, with Francis in a way he never has before. That reaching need to touch inside him that never quite goes quiet is muffled behind the weight. His chest heaves, pressing firmly against Francis' with each hard indrawn breath. His fingers curl tighter against Francis' and his arm twitches, pressing just a little against Francis' arm, and then just a little bit again. Just enough not to push it anywhere. But when he presses down against the floor it's with force, enough to push his lips more firmly into Francis', to push his body more firmly against Francis' weight. The leg that lifts and tries to curl around Francis' leg, or around the back of his knee, or anything that it can bend to reach is automatic, a half-formed impulse from the part of him that still thinks this is a fight coming out unformed and clumsy, or a need to be even closer however he can, or maybe it's both of those things. He doesn't know, he isn't thinking about it. He's too busy feeling.