Raju doesn't quite keep his breathing steady. Quite becomes more of a generous description as the moments go on: his arms grow heavier, Francis' mouth is warm, and his blood is rapidly rushing south. The lowered trousers trap him just as surely as the handcuffs do, making it impossible for him to move away gracefully if he'd wanted to, and keeping his arms this way means he can't touch Francis back.

He presses his arms a little harder back against the door, watching the ceiling with his head tipped to the side, feeling everything.