Raju’s leg jitters away from the sensation all on its own. His jaw is clenched against another gasp, but his sudden breath in through his nose is audible and sharp. The noise and the movement is a loss in their game, Raju so obviously unable to repair the crack in his composure, but admitting it would be a worse one.

His fingers curl tightly against his hands for a moment as he forces his leg straight again, closer to Francis’ hand as if nothing had happened. The muscle of his thigh tenses as he does it,, twitching as he tries to convince it to relax against the touch that he knows now is coming. Coming somewhere. Of course Francis is going to use this, and if he hasn’t made any part of this predictable yet he certainly isn’t going to start now.

It shouldn’t be getting to Raju at all, certainly not more than those earlier efforts of Francis’ mouth. He hasn’t been ticklish this way in so long he barely remembers it. But there’s no room to question it just now; what he needs to focus on keeping himself still so it doesn’t show. He’s better at that now than he was, so hiding the sensation now surely isn’t as difficult as it feels. He only has to get used to it.