He feels Ram trying to move, trying to crane his body up towards his, and doesn’t prevent it. He stops pushing against Ram’s hand and merely holds it, leaning forward as he tries to meet him and feeling the revitalizing sting of a bite on his skin.

Crozier does understand. He growls softly and snaps his hips, wanting to reward and encourage the teeth on his skin. It also feels so nice for him, deliriously so, and he seeks out more of that contact, more and more, bringing them together over and over.