Perfect. This is perfect, with Francis' hips exactly where Raju wants them, and he makes the most of it as best he can. His hips move with more passion than grace and he pauses, panting hard through his nose as he holds himself still, trembling with every exhale as he tries to ignore everything pressing on him from everywhere for long enough to pull himself together. At least a little together.

Then his hips move once, graceful now, a liquid roll against Francis' groin, and then they move again, establishing and then maintaining a steady rhythm. The movement of his one free hand is less steady, patting its way upward rather than moving smoothly, but after a moment it settles at the base of Francis' head, fingers tightening for an instant in Francis' hair and then relaxing again, staying relaxed. He breathes out hard, pressing his lips against Francis'. He can keep them that way, loose and not pulling. He can remember to do that. He just has to touch, has to be gripping something, and Francis' hair is as beautiful as the rest of him, and it's right here, so close.