Raju laughs and rolls his hips, moving his cock against Francis', breathing in hard and pressing a messy kiss to Francis' cheek, his jaw, his neck. "I want you," he gasps, "just this way. Feeling every inch of you under every inch of me. I've missed your waist, your stomach, your chest, your hips. I feel all of it." He rolls his hips again, this time letting the rest of his body writhe a little, too. "Just like this. What do you feel, Francis?"