The leg around Francis' manages to reach what might be the backs of Francis' knees, or his thighs, and Raju pulls that part of Francis toward him even as Francis is pressing himself against Raju, as Raju is pushing up against that wonderful weight pressing on him everywhere. There's something almost tranquil about it, being held down that way by this man, like a heavy blanket thrown over his thoughts that makes even the sudden hunger he's feeling into something that feels slow, and the movement of his hips grinding up against Francis' is slow. Raju takes a sharp breath in through his nose at the sensation, not breaking the kiss, and groans his need into Francis' mouth, the hand under Francis' arm curling its fingers as if wanting to grip something.