"Oh? You don't?" Raju smiles brightly at him, hands smoothing their way over the soft, vulnerable skin high on Francis' thighs, mouth moving closer to his cock, moving just inches away from the length of it. Then it moves down further, landing at the inner crease between thigh and hip, and bites at it gently, licking and sucking in the moments between his words, as close to Francis' balls as he can get without touching them. "Put your hand on yourself. On your nipples, but lick your fingers first. I want you to pretend it's my mouth. I miss the taste of you already."