Raju bites at his lip, eyes moving down and up over Francis, all laid out underneath Raju and wanting him. He remembers Francis' body in his arms, the way he'd started relaxing into the dancing, relaxing against him. How vulnerable Francis is, in spite of what you'd think to look at him, and how dedicated, and how much Francis loves him. Raju wants the small amount of heat gathering under his ribs and dancing over his skin to be enough.

There's a way to make it work. He starts tugging at the blanket underneath Francis, other hand tugging his shoulders up as Raju pulls their blanket out from under them. He gently pulls Francis' hand out from his hair so he can twist around and pull the blanket the rest of the way, awkward and one-handed as he doesn't want to let go of Francis while he does it -- at least until it's time to pull Francis' hips up to tug the blanket out from underneath them. His hand lingers there for a moment, then slides itself down the outside of Francis' thigh, then Raju's flicking the blanket over his own back with a flourish, pulling it over his head, and twisting around to brace himself on hands and knees over Francis again, grinning eagerly. "Now I'll take off my clothes for you. Are you going to help?"