He’s good, but then again, he would have to be, wouldn’t he? Crozier smiles even wider, impressed but not relenting. It’s already too much fun.

“You are,” he declares, forefinger and thumb searching for the outline of his cock. “You’ve got a nice, fat prick between your legs.”

As though he hasn’t touched him before.

He keeps his hand exactly where it is, cupping between his legs and then pushes forward, forcefully walking Rama backwards until his back hits the door.