Francis' mouth touches him and Raju takes a sharp breath, but keeps it mostly quiet. It seems impossible somehow that Francis would do this, that Raju would feel warm wetness around himself and know it's the inside of Francis that he's feeling, Francis who he's inside that way. It's the last thing Raju had expected at all, let alone now.

Then Francis' mouth slips over Raju's cock and Raju finds himself holding his breath, jaw clenched. His hands, still above, him, clench into fists. He's going to have to take a breath in a moment; he'll wait until he knows he'll be able to make it a quiet one.