“And here I thought you were a clever man that could understand innuendo,” he mumbles up into his face, though mostly that well-trimmed beard part that ghosts past his own lips. The kisses don’t soften his mock-annoyance at Ram’s sudden turn at coyness. “If you don’t want me I suppose I could let all that warmth you’re generating go to waste.”

His own hand finds Ram’s hip, fingers digging in suggestively to his firm muscles.