The hand in Raju's hair already has him humming wordlessly and when Francis pulls him into a kiss from there the noise turns eager. He's gripping Francis' shoulder making hungry noises against his mouth when there's suddenly pressure against the backs of his knees, and suddenly he's kneeling on the edge of the mattress without having decided to be that close. Maybe he couldn't have decided, if he'd had to do it on his own; he wants it too much. But Francis does too, and so here he is.

Laughing, Raju swings a knee around, fitting his lower legs to either side of Francis' body. "Impatient," he rasps, rubbing his hands hard up either side of Francis' body from hip to chest and back down again, feeling him, wanting the shape of him under his hands.