There's something about the rush of blood and raised adrenaline that makes things that wouldn't normally be appealing, like mixing bodily fluids or the rising heat between two people making everything slick with sweat, absolutely arousing. Crozier feels Ram tense underneath him, delightfully so, and holds him as closely as he can while he fucks him through his climax.

Rama is beautiful, peppering little kisses against skin and then his hand.

There's no way he'd ever last too much longer, not with the way he feels underneath him, not with how he's looking up at him like he's the only thing that exists in the world. Crozier eases himself down on top of him and cups Ram's face with his free hand, touching him tenderly as his own pace slows and becomes erratic and unbalanced. When he does spend it's with a lowered head pressed against Ram's shoulder, heavy breathing and a quiet groan as his body stills and then shudders.

He's still inside of him, joined with him. He can't think of anything else but him as his heart beat continues to race moments after he's spend himself.