Crozier can't quite wrap his mind around the fact that Ram seems to enjoy the way he sounds. Seems to enjoy him, seems to like those things that he's never considering worth liking, seems to love those things.

"Christ, but you do love me," he whispers, as though it's only just occurred to him. It's entirely ridiculous and he knows it, and he laughs helplessly into Ram's shoulder, though it quickly turns into a strangled groan. He can't last, he won't, he doesn't want to. His fingers dig hard into the muscles of his arse, spending into Rama's hand with those same noises Rama professes to love so much.