He can't see what Francis is doing but his gaze is fixed there anyway, past his own erection, on the movement of Francis' arm. He breathes through parted lips, feels the muscles around Francis' finger beginning to relax and then relaxing more with the help of Raju's hips, moving in tiny circles to feel Francis' finger sliding against the edge of him. He feels himself pushing back against Francis' finger, opening up to it. Francis asks if it still doesn't hurt and Raju shakes his head, the movement quick and distracted, no, it doesn't hurt—

—except, he's starting to feel something, isn't he? Something that can't be from Francis' very careful finger. Raju's eyebrows twitch, almost frowning. The squirming of his hips slows as he tries to focus on the inside of him. His gaze moves from between his legs to Francis' face and he huffs out an amused puff of air, brow still wrinkled and the edges of his lips starting to curve up. It's a moment of watching Francis' face that way before he answers because it doesn't hurt, and he doesn't mind...

Francis is going to think the answer to his question is yes by now, though. "It doesn't hurt. But..."

He breathes out a half-laugh, shaking his head. There is a sensation there, but it's hardly strong enough to be worth saying anything. The muscle around Francis' finger tightens just for a moment, experimentally. "Circle your finger around more. I want to be sure. It's not... what you're doing, exactly..."