Raju is grinning too, now. Impossible not to feeling Francis' laughter against his neck, his lips against Raju's while he's smiling that way. And the way he'd fallen into Raju, the way it'd felt, the way that his body feels against Raju's now — Raju's going to have to try doing that again sometime. But sometime is vague and far away and there's not much room in Raju's mind for anything but now, with Francis leaning into him and moving his hand that way against the both of them, and happy. Raju's breath is coming faster, loud and rough between kisses, and his hands aren't keeping time with Francis' quite as perfectly as they were.

"I..." Raju starts, and realises his voice is tight with pleasure, and unsteady. "I'm going to... Francis..."