Somehow hearing the sentiment back at him is a surprise; he feels something like shock running through him and then warmth immediately on its heels, filling all the spaces up that the shock had left behind. There's something about having that. The love is part of it, Francis' love for him. The knowing is a part of it too and it means more hearing it this way, the both of those parts together, with Francis' heart beating under Raju's palm and the warm, callused press of Francis' hand over his.
The only thing Raju can do with the feeling is move in to kiss Francis again. He's too relaxed for the kind of passion he'd pressed against Francis' lips before but the kiss is insistent anyway, and the moment he breaks it Raju leans his forehead against the side of Francis' and lets out a breath through parted lips. "Thank you," he breathes, his free arm sliding under Francis' neck, around his shoulders. If he was asked, he wouldn't be able to answer exactly what he's thanking Francis for; he thinks Francis would understand it, all the same.
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Date: 2025-01-25 05:52 pm (UTC)The only thing Raju can do with the feeling is move in to kiss Francis again. He's too relaxed for the kind of passion he'd pressed against Francis' lips before but the kiss is insistent anyway, and the moment he breaks it Raju leans his forehead against the side of Francis' and lets out a breath through parted lips. "Thank you," he breathes, his free arm sliding under Francis' neck, around his shoulders. If he was asked, he wouldn't be able to answer exactly what he's thanking Francis for; he thinks Francis would understand it, all the same.