Crozier lifts his head with a playful little smack of his lips. “If you come before I’m able to fuck you, I’m going to be very cross with you,” he teases, brushing his fingers along his side.

He squirmed like he was feeling ticklish again - as though he’s not going to explore that further, especially as it means getting to put his hands all over him. He’s been dying to do exactly this, and he grins wickedly and moves his fingers up to underneath his arms, then down to his sides, then on the inside of his thighs, searching for those sensitive areas as he basks in how gorgeous Ram is like this, how lucky he feels to get to feast in this way. Eyes and mouth and fingers, everything is devouring him like he might not get a second chance to drink him in.