Not hurting is optimal, and at this point more important than seeking his pleasure - though that second point is certainly something he keeps at the forefront of his mind. He wants so much for himself - to touch and taste and look until he’s had his fill of him, a difficult if not impossible task - but he especially wants Ram to feel good.

“Tight,” he repeats quietly, brow furrowing. He can feel for himself that he’s tight, but pushing too much could hurt him. Still, Ram knows his body, so Crozier nods softly and pushes his finger inside, past his first knuckle and on towards the second. He holds his hand still, hearing his own heartbeat echoing in his head, then moves it very slowly, in and out of that tight heat with a shudder traveling from the base of his own spine to his shoulders.

“Still doesn’t hurt?”