There’s no hiding his want from Raju at that cheeky little pull of his hand from his tightly-pressed thighs. Raju is a clever man; he has no doubt that it was a deliberate act.

He’s able to lean himself against the back of the chair, which allows for more holding and nuzzling, and hopefully more of what they were doing previously. His arm without the hand is placed on his waist, hand sliding sweetly down his arm and over his shoulder, up to his neck, then down to his hip. He’d assumed there’d be a shapely arse underneath all those layers, and from what he can feel he thinks he might have been correct.

It requires further study, of course.

“Much,” he purrs, wishing he had that second hand to wander as he pleased. “For you as well?”