He’s not far behind, but he does hold out long enough to watch Ram in all of his resplendent glory sprawled out underneath his body. He’s beautiful, his groans and desperate thrusts going straight to that jumble of nerves and tensing muscles behind his navel. He feels like a watch that’s been wound too tight, everything is too much, sense and thought pushed so far down in his mind that it might as well not exist.

He lets Ram have a hand back, this time guiding his palm up to the back of his neck to hold onto him. He’s quiet as he lets out his last shudder, hips slowing but not quite stopping, moving luxuriously against Ram’s to draw those last few moments of pleasure out of the two of them. He stops when it becomes too much, laying over him with his head somewhere between his head and his shoulder.