He can’t very well argue with something that’s absolutely true, but he does grin right back against his lips as Rama attacks the front of his trousers. He shivers; that cool air suddenly on a very sensitive, very warm part of him hits sharply, making him very aware of how needy he’s actually feeling.

Well, he can fix this frustration for them both. He pushes his hips against Ram’s and takes them both into his calloused hand. “Is this better?” he breathes, letting them slide together, hot and firm in his palm.