Raju laughs again and the laugh quickly turns into a brief moan, loud and unsteady breaths at the roughness of the trousers pushed down over him, a full body shiver at the sensation — not only the cold — of those sensitive parts of him exposed suddenly to the relative chill of the air. His hand moves down from Francis’ face, its trail slow and its end goal Francis’ cock.

“I was so caught up in…” He takes a loud breath, hips twitching. “…in looking at you. I forgot you were looking, too. I want you, Francis. What do you want?”