Those soft, quiet noises are wonderful, Francis’ pleasure and his need exactly what Raju has needed to hear all this time even if he hadn’t known it, and soon the movement of Raju’s hips is rhythmic — or as close to it as the noises are, in time with them, with his own hard breaths.

“Didn’t know you liked this,” he breathes against Francis’ skin, pressing a lingering gentle kiss to the places his teeth had been. He risks a tug, accidental or purposeful, at his hair when he moves his head but it’s worth it to fix his mouth to Francis’ other nipple now, switching out the hand that’s holding him up so he can pinch and roll Francis’ first nipple between his fingers. “But I can hear it. I can hear you do. You sound beautiful.”