His eyes flick up briefly towards Ram’s face, looking for discomfort but finding wide eyes and raised brows instead. He inhales a sharp laugh through his nose and takes him into his mouth again, concentrating this time on what it feels like to have the heft of Ram on his tongue and the scent of him filling his head.

It’s dizzying, bordering on being just a little too much but not overwhelming enough to stop. He doesn’t want to stop, he wants to experience this, wants to learn this side, and all aspects, of pleasing the man he loves. If he takes his need to overthink things and nitpick at himself away from the equation he can just enjoy it, the way he tastes and feels and the sound of his breaths beginning to stutter in his chest.

Crozier caresses his hip fondly as he begins to suck, thinking back on all the things that used to drive him absolutely mad. He laps at him with his tongue attempts to move his head so that the sensitive head brushes across his lips as it moves in and out of his mouth. He tries one thing for a while, then another, eager now just to see what will earn a response from the man in the officer’s uniform above him.