Raju feels tired and wonderful; his laugh is light and easy with a hint of that earlier giggle still in it and he runs a hand down Francis' back, kisses at his ear and then at the back of his head, the closest to Francis' neck that he can reach without moving either of them too much.

"Well, why don't you order me, then?" he grins, and his voice drops briefly into a very relaxed, very terrible approximation of Francis' accent: "'Rama, I order you to kiss me properly,' and then you don't move, and I have to keep trying while I figure it out."