The noise Raju makes into Francis' mouth is insistent and happy and a moment later, as Francis' hand speeds up, he makes another one, more urgent. His hands match Francis' speed and he finds his hips moving, trying to win himself even more friction, even more movement. His kissing is fiercer, more insistent, and one of his legs manages even with his trousers around his knees to wrap itself around Francis' calves. It's an effort to pull him closer, that last, but if it trips Francis' balance a little that's alright too; the door is still behind Raju, still solid enough to hold them up if either of them tips back into it.