Raju laughs again, warm and fond and pleased with everything. He bites at the inside of his lip, thinking. There isn't too much that he can do without moving, but maybe if he does move Francis will grumble about it, which wouldn't be a bad thing at all. So. There's Francis' face against his shoulder and neck, inaccessible; but there's skin visible at the back of his neck and it's tempting and Raju gives in to it, moving not his head but his hand, wiggling the tips of his fingers in a line up Francis' neck and over his jaw, and then Raju begins pinching gently at his cheek right at the border where Francis' skin meets his.

"But your lips are so far away," he grins. "You won't move even a little for me?"