Raju lies there, breathing. His thighs feel wet; he wants to clean it, but doesn't want to move away, so that's going to have to wait. The hand that'd been around their cocks drifts upward, over Francis' bare hip, up his side, down his chest and around his stomach, over his hips again. "I love that noise," he says, more breath than speech, and heaves himself up just a little so he can kiss up Francis' neck. "You sounded wonderful," Raju says, and kisses his jaw. "Beautiful," he adds, kissing the side of Francis' face.