The kiss to his stomach makes the muscles there twitch too. Every time Francis touches him anywhere in this way it’s a shock, his body still unused to being exposed, to being looked at like a priceless work of art, to being touched like something holy. With no clothes in the way, Francis can touch him anywhere; it’s effecting Raju in a way he hadn’t expected.

Francis kisses his stomach, and Raju wants always to be touched like this. Francis licks around the rim of Raju’s navel and Raju’s next breath shakes a little, his hand that’d gone still against his cock drifting down to lay against his thigh.

“Yes,” Raju agrees faintly, gaze still fixed, not thinking much on what it is that he’s agreeing to. Once he does he shifts his attention to Francis’ eyes, smiling at him. “It won’t be strange. Not from you.”

He finds himself letting out a giddy, amused breath, almost laughing, and adds: “Not too strange, anyway.”