Raju makes a low, pleased noise, brushing his nose over Francis' skin and then resting his lips there against his neck, panting openmouthed. "But you're still talking," he breathes, slowing the movement of his hand as it reaches the tip of Francis' cock so he can swirl his thumb around it. "That's how. As long as you can still think..."

He pauses to pant, close enough to feel Francis' neck and jaw against his eyelashes when he blinks, close enough to smell his skin. His hips move again, without asking the rest of him. "...then I know I can do better."