He tastes electricity in the air in the moments before Ram touches his lips to his, a kind of ozone on the tongue before a bolt of lightning strikes the earth - or in a more familiar sense - the sea nearby. His hand immediately reaches for Ram’s hair, grabbing his hair in a possessive grip as he surges back against the kiss. Ram is soft and exploratory, but Crozier is hungry for him. He kisses like he hasn’t kissed him in weeks - as though he hasn’t kissed him ever - though he lets Rama keep control of how their lips move, how they fit together.