He makes a soft noise, caught between a low, throaty groan and a whimper, as Raju meets the gentle searching with outright hunger. It surprises him, bold and forward and completely wanting as Raju is, and wanting him - dear god, he wants so badly to match the fervor. He tries, tangling fingers in his thick, dark hair as he deepens the kiss, lips parting in invitation. Raju can take whatever he wants to take; he’s eager to give.

He feels the heat of the flames, but his concern matches Raju’s - if they’re not actively on fire it doesn’t matter. He’s been wanting this for so long, a little fire isn’t going to prevent him from kissing the man he loves absolutely senseless.