Exactly like that, except it would be his doing, all his doing. He grunts softly, imagining it was Rama’s hand on him as he reaches down to grasp himself at the base. “Maybe if I was using my mouth on you,” he laughs, “and had my hand free. If you looked that way I would have to. Christ, Rama, you’re so beautiful.”

He squeezes himself, his fingers working slowly back up his own length. “Together. I’d like the feeling of the both of us in my hand.”