Each hitch in Ram’s throat, every strangled moan and laugh, fuels his growing desire to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss. But it’s nice to hear a little desperation, a little impatience, because he sure as hell has been wallowing for the past few weeks.

“I don’t think that’s an actual complaint,” he mutters, nipping the more delicate skin in the hollow of his throat. “I’m not teasing, I’m savoring.”

But he has been dreaming of ravishing him completely, getting his lips on that beautiful brown skin of his and kissing every single inch. He thinks back on their trip to the hot springs, his sculpted chest dripping wet, the way his body had looked on the floor while he touched himself - temptation incarnate.