When Francis' mouth first brushes against his cheek Raju chases it, but he's distracted an instant later by the movement of his arms. The pain of it shows in little grimaces and quiet grunts of effort as his muscles and joints are guided down and away from that now-familiar angle, and then Francis' mouth is against his jaw, and his head is moving back to give Francis room without Raju once thinking about it. Then their lips are together and Raju moans into it, leaning into Francis' weight, hands grasping at whatever they can reach from where they're cuffed together between their bodies.

The crotch, incidentally. That's the thing that he can reach. It's plenty close enough to the place his hands rest. Bending his arms takes more effort than it should just now with his muscles trying to insist on doing no more of anything at all, but if the gesture effects Francis even a little then it's worth the work.