Raju's smile is quick and wicked, and stays wide and pleased over his face as Francis leans in to kiss him. As they kiss Raju's hands work, his fingers not tired and lazy in the way his arms are trying to be, and soon Francis' fly, simple with its single button and only a zipper underneath, is open and Raju's hands are making their way inside. His fingers brush Francis' length, a little greeting before he moves to push Francis' trousers down, one side of his waistband at a time.

"You know damn well what the hurry is," he mutters against Francis' face, grinning. "You're the one who's been teasing all this time."