Francis saying he wants to come back to just this sight sends pleasure curling over Raju's face. Raju's body is what it is, he's worked too hard on it to have any doubt about that. But all the work he's put in has been for work, has been for a purpose, and seeing it admired this way, now...

He's happy. He realises it again as he watches Francis walk away, appreciating the way his arse moves with his stride. Even if they weren't both stark naked and about to do something Raju's never done before he'd be happy this way, continuously feeling the enormous revelation again of that same unbelievable fact. But all the same, it is a shame Francis can't walk around that way more often. He wonders, again, how different it had looked before, when Francis had always kept all of his clothes on and looked the way that Raju's used to.

But Francis wants to find him the way he left him, so Raju has himself to attend to; it isn't going to be a chore. Raju keeps his legs spread, watching the doorway as he takes himself in hand, not really grasping, just holding himself there, his hand making small, lazy movements, as much to tease Francis with all he isn't able to do yet as to keep himself half-hard.