Raju's face curves into a broad grin as he follows Francis' insistent pull and finds himself on top of Francis again, knees spread to press against either side of Francis' hips. The position pulls his trousers tight, and the friction along with the closeness of Francis' cock starts to regain what the worry for Francis had lost him.

He sets his hands on Francis' stomach, moving them slowly and appreciatively upward to cup his pectorals. "And now? Warming me up is your idea." He punctuates his next question by lowering his hips just a little, thumbs swiping briefly over Francis' nipples. "What are you proposing, exactly?"