“Now who’s being a pain?” Raju grins, his shifting under Francis’ hand only not squirming because he’s doing it so slowly, contented not only by the warmth of the friction but the gesture itself, the way Francis really is trying to warm him up. It’s hard to even pretend to sound like he’s complaining, and the grin makes it into his voice too.

“Teasing that way,” he goes on, hand on Francis’ arse squeezing slowly, lazily. “Not even letting me get annoyed about it.”