Raju watches Francis stop in the doorway, watches him come over and kneel, and Raju's hand keeps idly moving. For all his body stays still, though, he can't stop his smile growing wide over his face. Seeing Francis affected this way, seeing him this way at all— it's good. Francis' hand explores again, making Raju's leg twitch, his thighs tensing, locking his throat thoughtlessly over any urge yet to make a noise. Francis' fingers keep exploring and slip past his balls, behind them and over the sensitive skin there and Raju takes a sudden breath in through his nose. His eyes are fixed, eager and fascinated, on Francis', and he feels the ring of muscle around twitch, tighten and relax, knowing where those searching fingers are going.