He thinks Rama knows he'd give him whatever he wanted, all he would need to do is ask. In fact, he'd probably give without needing to be asked, but Rama's voice is low and silky, and it wraps around the part of is brain that craves more.
"I'd consider it," he replies, looking outright at his clenched hands, the rigidity of his posture that seems wound up like a gear. He could leap forward now, pounce and just take what he wanted, but that remarkable self-control is keeping him in stasis.
Well. Not all of him. He can plainly see the tugging of his trousers, the dozen layers or so that Rama wears be damned. He smirks softly, trying to keep himself under control despite the very real burning in his belly. If he asked Rama to wash his back right now - no, that isn't part of the game. He can't. But he can shift his weight and turn, just barely letting Rama catch a glimpse of his hidden front.
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Date: 2024-07-17 04:07 pm (UTC)He thinks Rama knows he'd give him whatever he wanted, all he would need to do is ask. In fact, he'd probably give without needing to be asked, but Rama's voice is low and silky, and it wraps around the part of is brain that craves more.
"I'd consider it," he replies, looking outright at his clenched hands, the rigidity of his posture that seems wound up like a gear. He could leap forward now, pounce and just take what he wanted, but that remarkable self-control is keeping him in stasis.
Well. Not all of him. He can plainly see the tugging of his trousers, the dozen layers or so that Rama wears be damned. He smirks softly, trying to keep himself under control despite the very real burning in his belly. If he asked Rama to wash his back right now - no, that isn't part of the game. He can't. But he can shift his weight and turn, just barely letting Rama catch a glimpse of his hidden front.