Francis kisses at Raju's palm and Raju's fingers curl, as if some part of him's trying to capture the feeling of his lips just there and hold it. Then he tugs and Raju lets out a hard, happy breath, feeling even more of Francis against him, and the soft-edged thing inside him concentrates even more, and he doesn't think he could stop smiling if he tried to.

"We're on the ground now, aren't we? What more do we need?"

He can't think of a single reason not to, right here, do whatever it is Francis is wanting to do. The cold would stop him before, if nothing else did, but he's as far as he can imagine being from cold now.