At first he thinks that Rama's mid-sneeze, his body leaning forward like it's being propelled forward, but then he sees the wriggle in his hips and hears the hard ka-thunk of the metal cuffs hitting the door. He looks up at him and guesses what happened, but of course he has to be certain, and the only way to be certain about anything is through rigorous data collection.
"Whatever I like," he hums quietly in response.
He's a little impressed that Rama's decided to act like nothing's happened. That same sort of monotone reply only fuels his desire of making it happen again, but this time he tries with the other thigh, caressing his sensitive skin with a light touch of his fingertips.
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At first he thinks that Rama's mid-sneeze, his body leaning forward like it's being propelled forward, but then he sees the wriggle in his hips and hears the hard ka-thunk of the metal cuffs hitting the door. He looks up at him and guesses what happened, but of course he has to be certain, and the only way to be certain about anything is through rigorous data collection.
"Whatever I like," he hums quietly in response.
He's a little impressed that Rama's decided to act like nothing's happened. That same sort of monotone reply only fuels his desire of making it happen again, but this time he tries with the other thigh, caressing his sensitive skin with a light touch of his fingertips.