“Sir,” he repeats with a touch of a snarl. He takes his hand off of him only to press it, palm outstretched flat, against the chest of his chest. He pushes hard, making sure Ram is nice and boxed in against the door, and then kisses him hard.

It’s less about catching Rama off guard and having him break, and more the overwhelming need to possess him and have him all for himself. This very beautiful man with self-control that would intimidate a Royal Marine is his and no one else’s, and he both wants the world to know and to keep him for himself like a precious secret. He kisses him with all that hunger, consuming him utterly with his hand still pressed against that blood red coat.