Lord knows how long Rama had been waiting to spring these thoughts onto Crozier. He likes to think that he’d been plotting some sort of revenge for the strip show, but it’s more likely that this is a spontaneous little ploy that just so happened to fit in with a desire to groom his wild-looking beard.
He speaks of such filthy things so casually, hinting at the touches before his fingers lightly brush along his bare back. Crozier has to stop himself from shuddering and ruining the integrity of the shave.
He answers by locking eyes with him, mouth lifting in a lopsided smirk. He’d love if he touched him, really touched him, nothing with that worried care behind it.
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Lord knows how long Rama had been waiting to spring these thoughts onto Crozier. He likes to think that he’d been plotting some sort of revenge for the strip show, but it’s more likely that this is a spontaneous little ploy that just so happened to fit in with a desire to groom his wild-looking beard.
He speaks of such filthy things so casually, hinting at the touches before his fingers lightly brush along his bare back. Crozier has to stop himself from shuddering and ruining the integrity of the shave.
He answers by locking eyes with him, mouth lifting in a lopsided smirk. He’d love if he touched him, really touched him, nothing with that worried care behind it.