Raju'd started pressing into the kiss, his hands finally allowed to uncurl and touch and already slipping underneath Francis' jumper, sliding over skin, and when Francis pulls back Raju's hands slide all the way up, pulling everything off Francis' top half at once whether Francis is ready or not to keep it from getting stuck on his arms or his face.

"You got to look at me," he says, half-trying to make it sound like a complaint and half focusing on unbuttoning Francis' trousers. "Now let me look at you. All this waiting, Francis."