The hard, shaking breaths he's taking sound loud against Francis' skin and the skin against his feels warm, fever-hot -- or maybe that's him. Or maybe it doesn't matter. Francis pleads for more and Raju's hand tightens and he rocks his hips once, then again more quickly, and then his body's curling up against Francis', free hand clenching desperately at Francis' shoulder, fingertips pressing hard into the muscle there. Raju's orgasm starts in heavy, rasping breaths but ends in a long low moan and then the tension and motion drains out from him, his grip over them softening as his cock does. He relaxes against Francis' body, realising his teeth had clenched around Francis' skin and letting go, pressing a series of slow kisses to the spot.

The kisses shift location a little as his body does; he's trying to slide to one side so all his weight won't be resting directly on Francis. He can keep going if Francis needs him to, but it isn't an option just now to keep holding himself up.