Francis gasps into Raju's mouth and Raju pulls back, curious, to see what prompted it. He looks down at where his hand has landed. He looks up again into Francis' eyes — he should try it again, the compliment he'd tried the once when he'd described Francis' eyes like deep water, see if that goes down better the way things are between them now but do it later, when there isn't so much urgent to focus on — and Raju's eyebrows are raised, and he grins.

"Oh?" he murmurs, their faces so close that he can feel his own breath reflecting off Francis' skin. He twists his hand a little as he pulls it, as if he's moving it away, only very slowly, and keeps his eyes on Francis' face, trying to see if he should keep moving his hand away or if Francis is going to want it staying there.