Raju looks up from Francis' trousers long enough to meet Francis' sheepish smile with his warm one. "If you'd taken these all off earlier you'd have had more time to get used to it," he teases, sliding Francis' trousers down along with his pants beneath them, hands lingering over Francis' hips. Raju steps in close to him, and his hands slide behind Francis, and Raju gives a sigh of contentment when his hands settle to cup half each of Francis' arse.

"This here," he says, his hands jiggling their cargo for a moment. "You said it's different now, earlier. How different?"