The cheek! And worst part is Ram knows exactly what he’s doing, teasing Crozier while he’s got a very firm (though pleasant) grip on his stones. “I feel like fucking you into the ground,” he growls.

In fact, being horizontal seems more practical with each passing second. He freezes his left hand to splay it beside Ram’s head against the tree, hitching Ram up again by the thigh in some ploy to gain some control back. With Ram’s hand on him there’s only so much he can do; he can’t really buck forward or grind into him, and he can’t spare a hand of his own right now, so he’s left with his mouth which eventually finds a spot on his neck to kiss.