“God,” he gasps, stomach twisting in desire at the sound of Rama’s wavering voice. “God, I hope so.” Because he’s not strong enough to withstand any of this - Ram in that red Imperial Officer’s coat, the polished boots, the coifed mustache. Ram handcuffed and trying to resist the way his mouth must have felt on him, his hand on his thigh, that surprising laugh from a sensitive and ticklish spot. It’s all too good, too playful and silly and undeniably attractive, and Crozier is quickly beginning to realize that Rama himself must just be a weakness. He’s impossibly to resist.
He won’t stop his hand, won’t stop the kisses, turning more and more desperate and messy, until he’s just at the precipice of not being able to do a damn thing but tuck his head against his neck and groan low with his release.
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:11 pm (UTC)“God,” he gasps, stomach twisting in desire at the sound of Rama’s wavering voice. “God, I hope so.” Because he’s not strong enough to withstand any of this - Ram in that red Imperial Officer’s coat, the polished boots, the coifed mustache. Ram handcuffed and trying to resist the way his mouth must have felt on him, his hand on his thigh, that surprising laugh from a sensitive and ticklish spot. It’s all too good, too playful and silly and undeniably attractive, and Crozier is quickly beginning to realize that Rama himself must just be a weakness. He’s impossibly to resist.
He won’t stop his hand, won’t stop the kisses, turning more and more desperate and messy, until he’s just at the precipice of not being able to do a damn thing but tuck his head against his neck and groan low with his release.