The sigh makes Raju smile. His face is still hot but the feeling is fading, and he’s trying not to think about it. It might have been easier to react naturally if he hadn’t just spent so much time with his hands on Francis’ naked skin, looking at him, so there’s no reason to worry about it until next time Francis needs him to do the same thing. There are more immediate things to focus on, anyway.

Francis is going to be putting that sweater on soon, though. Raju moves toward the pile of blankets on the floor, looking back so his eyes can flicker over Francis. “Would you like your hair washed now?” he asks, once his eyes have discovered Francis’ face again. “Or do you need to rest?”