Raju's grin grows and he wiggles his body, a little to try and loosen Francis' hold on him, but mostly just to feel him. He takes another moment, weighing up his other angles of attack, then tugs the back of Francis' collar down, pressing his lips to the newly exposed skin. Then his lips move up, pressing kisses in a trail that tries to follow the path his fingertips traced a moment ago, at least as far of the angles of their necks allow.

While he does it his other hand moves down, under Francis' shirt and up it, fingertips brushing gently over his stomach and side. "Are you sure?" he asks, between kisses. "'A different way' could mean anything. You might not like it."