Between the noise and the tension in Francis' body Raju catches his meaning and shifts a little, moves the angle of his hand, and hopefully when Francis finishes the mess will go in some harmless direction. He could make certain if he moved more but he doesn't want to move, he wants to feel Francis' body against his, in his care, the line of Francis' side against his and his hip under the crook of Raju's knee and Francis' head against his shoulder.

"I love... the noises you make," Raju manages, roughly between hard breaths panting out against the side of Francis' face, hands moving. "I'm making you sound that way. Let me hear you."