He has no idea what the hell Ram’s doing at first, and he tries to anticipate his movements by shifting and wriggling and then finally sitting up when he realizes he’s going for the blanket. When Rama’s properly covered he lies back with an amused huff; if this is what it takes to see him bare then he’ll gladly feel like lying under a tent for a spell.

“Yes, please.” His smile becomes a bit more wicked as he finds the hem of Rama’s shirts and slips his fingers underneath, burrowing until he feels soft skin and a light smattering of hair. God, yes. His mouth waters slightly as he thinks of the chest underneath, and eagerly (and mostly haphazardly) begins tugging apart buttons.