Raju watches him intently, feeling the fingers holding his chin, then moving through his beard. It’s been a long time since anyone’s touched him the first way, and never in the second; the fingers leave trails of feeling over his skin, and he leans his head toward Francis’ hand. Francis explains, and the sharp focus over Raju’s face softens. Francis puts a hand on the back of Raju’s neck, and Raju starts leaning forward with the pull.

“I want it too,” he murmurs, voice low again, gaze moving from Francis’ blue eyes to his lips, attention narrowing to the shape he’d been so slowly tracing over before. His hand is on Francis’ neck and he starts tugging Francis a little forward, too. “Very much. I want to make you happy.”