Soap winds up being the method chosen, after almost every other option is rejected for being potentially unpleasant - grease or cooking oil, or downright disgusting - lard or some other congealed substance. They’re not animals, and this is Rama and Rama’s body, and the last thing he wants to do is disrespect or somehow desecrate that beautiful man who’s given him so damn much. The soap smells pleasant and is clean - it’ll serve their purpose just fine.
He returns expecting either Ram to have responded to the light command with cheek or with strict sincerity, but he hadn’t anticipated him to take a little imitative. He pauses in the doorway and sucks in his breath, eyes raking over his disciplined hand and sprawled legs on their shared bed. Dear god. As though he hadn’t wanted him badly before, he feels a surge of possession and craving as he walks to him, all those other far away thoughts of other obsessive habits completely forgotten.
Crozier kneels between spread legs, mirroring their position from earlier against the tree, and watches him with utter fascination on his face. His hand touches his knee and then idly slips further up his thigh, fingers brushing against curved muscle leading to coarse, curled hair and sensitive skin. He just touches for now, exploring all the spaces of Rama that he’s only imagined before. He listens for his breath and soft noises, pauses for movements in his hands and on his face when his fingers brush behind his balls and down towards his shapely arse.
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Soap winds up being the method chosen, after almost every other option is rejected for being potentially unpleasant - grease or cooking oil, or downright disgusting - lard or some other congealed substance. They’re not animals, and this is Rama and Rama’s body, and the last thing he wants to do is disrespect or somehow desecrate that beautiful man who’s given him so damn much. The soap smells pleasant and is clean - it’ll serve their purpose just fine.
He returns expecting either Ram to have responded to the light command with cheek or with strict sincerity, but he hadn’t anticipated him to take a little imitative. He pauses in the doorway and sucks in his breath, eyes raking over his disciplined hand and sprawled legs on their shared bed. Dear god. As though he hadn’t wanted him badly before, he feels a surge of possession and craving as he walks to him, all those other far away thoughts of other obsessive habits completely forgotten.
Crozier kneels between spread legs, mirroring their position from earlier against the tree, and watches him with utter fascination on his face. His hand touches his knee and then idly slips further up his thigh, fingers brushing against curved muscle leading to coarse, curled hair and sensitive skin. He just touches for now, exploring all the spaces of Rama that he’s only imagined before. He listens for his breath and soft noises, pauses for movements in his hands and on his face when his fingers brush behind his balls and down towards his shapely arse.