At the third or fourth ‘stop’ Crozier pulls his hand away, the very pleased look on his face remaining on his face. As far as he’s concerned they both won the game, though if Rama needs it spelled out he’ll let him have it. He braces himself with his hand against the door and stands, mouth brushing against Rama’s cheek as he reaches for the hands above his head to bring them back down.

He can’t quite unlock the cuffs yet, but the idea is to provide as much relief as possible. Just letting his arms rest ought to do wonders for Ram.

“You did so well,” he says, pressing his mouth against his jaw again. He kisses along his smooth skin, lips tickled by his mustache as he finally brings their mouths together again for a hungry kiss.