"You're not happy." It's as complete an answer as Raju has for what feels too obvious for explaining. It isn't about spoiling anything. It's about the reason Raju was so eager to get Francis in bed in the first place which, as hungry as he's been to gain back everything he'd lost in forgetting Francis, isn't really about lust. Not at the heart of it. "I can put my mouth on you wherever you want, later."

Please don't is still floating uncertainly in Raju's mind somewhere, but if that had been about the affection for him, Raju isn't sure how to do anything else. So he does kiss at Francis' wrist again where Francis has set it but the kiss is lighter than before, tentative.

"You said they weren't hurting you," he points out, voice quiet and curious. He watches Francis' face, still just as intently now that he can see it, but caution says not to put his hand there yet. But Raju's hungry to touch him -- maybe some of it's the lust, but Raju feels like he's always hungry to touch him -- so he settles for a hand settled lightly half-on Francis' ribs and half over his stomach. "So this isn't about that. What is it about?"