Raju's breathing is rougher, and when Francis licks around one of his nipples Raju shivers, starting to roll onto his side and stopping himself before he can get far at all, not wanting to move Francis' mouth. His legs bend as he resists the urge to curl up. Ridiculous that he should feel ticklish at this, too, that last time he'd felt that way in a moment almost like this hadn't been an odd fluke. But it's wonderful, too, Francis touches him in ways no one has in years, in a lifetime, and it's wonderful.

"Careful," Raju rasps, a hand reaching for Francis' shoulder and scrabbling at it for a moment before grasping it. "I may not last long this time either. You're too..."

He thinks over it for a second, panting a little, but can't think of a single word, or even a few. Too everything. He's too happy just now to pinpoint the feeling's source.