First time. What an odd thought. Whatever was odd about it is washed away, though, as Francis' nose brushes the trail of hair in a place that, like most other places Francis touches him, it feels like a lifetime since he's felt anything human there, skin and warmth and sensation against his skin. It tickles, of course, and Raju's breath hitches. His fingers twitch, uncurl from the blankets, then curl into them again, his other hand joining the first, needing something to grab to keep his grip away from Francis while Francis focuses on... whatever it is he's planning.

The plan is fingers first, apparently. It surprises Raju how tight he is around only one. At the same time Raju feels the impact of that particular feeling of release, of intimacy tinged with something thrilling, that comes of breaching what's expected, of doing it together. At home it had been there every time he and Seetha lay together, with the pretence of Seetha as an unmarried woman to keep up, even if everyone knew. Here with Francis those pretences don't exist but this, the act itself, brings it back again. It's anything but what anyone who knew him at home would think, in this room with this man who puts his finger up Raju's arse the same way he's touched Raju this whole time, like the act is something sacred.

Raju's actually doing this, now. He wants to know more about it, feel more about it. There's the soap slick on the outside of him and Francis' finger, inside but not quite inside, careful. Raju wiggles his hips around Francis' finger, trying for more sensation. "You can do more," he suggests, not sure what he's suggesting exactly but wanting something. "It doesn't hurt, just... tight, I think."