Francis' laughter coaxes more out of Raju too, his half-laugh turning into a giggle, and he leans forward into it when Francis kisses him. Maybe the embarrassment of making the wrong decision doesn't have to be that terrible, this one time. "I don't need to, no," he answers what they're both talking around, grinning. "It burns a little, that's all."

But he doesn't mind letting Francis go to get something to wash some of it off with, either. He leans back onto the bed again to wait, allows himself to squirm a little, bites his lip. It should feel ridiculous, shouldn't it, being tended to like this? But what he's thinking is mostly that all this is already more fun than he'd have expected, if he'd thought to expect anything at all; that particular feeling of the soap where it is, in other circumstances... Well.

While Francis goes wherever he's going Raju cups a hand around his cock again. Coming back to that won't surprise Francis this time but Raju likes doing it, likes Francis watching him doing it. And it distracts him from the fact of laying here waiting.