As much as he wants to kiss Rama’s smile and feel that obvious delight against his mouth, he has the mental capacity still to recognize when the attempt might throw them both off. Instead he settles for leaning his face against Ram’s, alternating between that or resting his head on his shoulder, groans becoming louder and louder the more Rama persists with his touch.

He can’t recall the conversation that would have led to this, nor anything else for that matter. He’s starting to see stars behind his eyes and feel that familiar tension in his abdomen - building pleasure and building pleasure, pressed against this wonderful, beautiful man who laughs with his eyes and hands and shoulders and kisses him with such unadulterated passion. He groans again, this time as a warning, or about as close as he can manage.