Raju laughs along with him again, enjoying the sound and the feeling of Francis wiggling against him trying to escape, and enjoying granting that mercy, too, setting his hand to rubbing gentle circles over the spots he'd been pinching before.

"I did warn you," he says, voice deep with satisfaction, and ducks his head to press a firm kiss to Francis' lips. The pressure of his lips, the feeling of him there, and under Raju's hands, and their legs tangled together, the lingering glow from Francis' laughter — it's perfect. Everything about the moment is perfect. His gently circling hand slows, distracted, and Raju slows the kiss, savouring it.