There’s just a hint of uncertainty in Rama’s voice; he’s caught him off guard and it’s like music to Crozier’s ears. He slides his fingers down and then through the wiry hair between his legs, marveling to himself at how delicate the curls actually are but how masculine and alluring the whole picture is before him. It’s something he didn’t know about himself, how much he’d be attracted to the coarse hair at the bed of a hardened prick. But it Ram, he reminds himself, it’s all Ram. He might love everything there is to find about him, simply by virtue of being him.
“Captain,” he reminds him, happy to be contrary for the sake of the game. Appreciation still ongoing, he takes him back into his hand and finally leans his head forward to touches his mouth to velvety, sensitive skin. He groans very softly; it’s new, it’s so new, and the taste is heady and slightly salty and intimate and Ram, and he can’t imagine there’s anyone besides his fiancé would have even dreamed of having it on their tongues.
By the time he takes him properly into his mouth his stomach is twisted up by possessive and greedy thoughts of him. He’s asking a lot of him, keeping his arms up and body still; he doesn’t want him in pain, but he thoroughly enjoys the idea of getting him out of his own head.
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There’s just a hint of uncertainty in Rama’s voice; he’s caught him off guard and it’s like music to Crozier’s ears. He slides his fingers down and then through the wiry hair between his legs, marveling to himself at how delicate the curls actually are but how masculine and alluring the whole picture is before him. It’s something he didn’t know about himself, how much he’d be attracted to the coarse hair at the bed of a hardened prick. But it Ram, he reminds himself, it’s all Ram. He might love everything there is to find about him, simply by virtue of being him.
“Captain,” he reminds him, happy to be contrary for the sake of the game. Appreciation still ongoing, he takes him back into his hand and finally leans his head forward to touches his mouth to velvety, sensitive skin. He groans very softly; it’s new, it’s so new, and the taste is heady and slightly salty and intimate and Ram, and he can’t imagine there’s anyone besides his fiancé would have even dreamed of having it on their tongues.
By the time he takes him properly into his mouth his stomach is twisted up by possessive and greedy thoughts of him. He’s asking a lot of him, keeping his arms up and body still; he doesn’t want him in pain, but he thoroughly enjoys the idea of getting him out of his own head.