Francis' lips are against his, Francis' palm against his. He can even feel Francis' skin against his cock as Francis moves far enough inside him to fit the rest of them together. Raju's hand tightens and loosens rhythmically over Francis', feeling the fire of earlier try to spill over outside of him, feel Francis everywhere, and circle back again, the extra warmth sinking outward from inside him into his skin. His stomach muscles tighten as he leans forward into the kiss, holding himself up just enough to push into it.

"If I finish first, keep going," Raju breathes against Francis' lips. "I want to feel you."