There's not pain on his face as Francis' finger circles but there is something, something the half-frown and absent gaze says he's paying attention to. The crease between his brows eases as the motion goes on — it does feel good, over top of that odd background sensation that's starting to creep more toward the foreground, now.

And then Francis puts his hand around Raju's cock and Raju gasps quietly, not expecting it, holds the breath and feels the movement of Francis' hand, wiggles his hips and tips his head back at the sensation of both of Francis' hands working on him at once. It occurs to him that Francis wouldn't have been able to do this before, not both things at the same time— not unless he was willing to use his mouth—

Raju closes his eyes, realising he's panting a little as he cuts the thought off there. He has enough to focus on already. And he's supposed to be telling Francis something.

"The... soap," he remembers as he opens his eyes to look up at the ceiling, voice a little more breathless than before. "Don't distract me before I can tell you. Um..."

It is a little embarrassing still, even as distracted as Raju is. "Maybe the oil instead. Or..."

Oil is harder to find though, isn't it? Do they have enough of it to... He can't tell. He's too... well. He's very distracted. "I don't know," he says with a little half-laugh, and lifts his head to smile at Francis, too warm and pleased with all of this to mind anything, even Francis knowing Raju was wrong about something.