For all that he lacks in experience, for all of the thrill in touching him like this for the first time, Rama’s body feels familiar to him, even now. He smiles at that sharp inhale, fingers massaging carefully and he bends forward to kiss Rama’s solid stomach. He moves his mouth along to his navel, dragging his tongue along the rim as he gently prods.

Does he use the soap now? Probably, yes? He doesn’t want this to be uncomfortable for Rama, though he could feel that hard cock of his pressing against his chest as he leaned over him. He sits back up and picks the container up from the bedspread, inspecting it one more time before he opens it up and spreads it over his fingers.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too strange to continue, yes?” he tells him, soap-slicked fingers brushing against his arse again.