Raju watches, delighted, as Francis bends over his chest, and squirms at the electric sensation of his mouth. The squirm and twitching tensing of his muscles sends another wave of that burning sensation through the other end of him and Raju grunts, head falling back. "You're so... distractable," Raju manages, voice breathy with pleasure. One hand moves up to Francis' head. moving itself over his hair. "Weren't you going to do something?"