"Mm. You will," Raju promises, fervently. "It's good. I never thought about it before. I want to do this to you, exactly like this."

He focuses for a moment. His nipples and his chest are still singing with the echoes of Francis' teeth and lips and tongue, but that wonderful mouth itself has moved away, so focusing is a little easier. Good enough, he decides, and lets out a hard breath when he pulls his cloth-covered fingers out. "Now," he breathes, glancing at his hand as he flicks the cloth closed and reaches blindly to set it aside but putting most of his focus to Francis, to putting his free right hand over Francis' chest, rubbing down over Francis' stomach and his side. "Right now, Francis. The longer you make me wait the longer I make you wait for it next time."

Francis has a fair amount more patience, generally, than Raju does. That doesn't matter. Waiting is the most terrible thing Raju can think of right now, so it's the only threat that he has.