“Mmm.” Raju lets out a long breath against Francis, settling himself against the warm, solid expanse of him. They’ve slept in all kinds of positions by now and Raju’s preference changes with his mood, but right now this is just the thing.

“I will be,” Raju answers, body and breathing relaxed while one hand reaches around to the leg folded over him and follows it up to the soft swell of muscle and fat above the thigh. “Now, what was that about your arse, Francis? ‘Yet’, you said?”