He hasn’t experienced the shape of this unknown, the excitement of not being in full control. What he wants to tell him is precisely that - he hasn’t had anyone toy with him in this way, lovingly caress all his various imperfections and still find them desirable, want more from him and enjoy the way he sounds as he whines and cries and moans.

It will absolutely not come out of his mouth that way. It’s all he can do to follow along with Ram’s gentle guidance, and then as even more of him is bared he finds it harder to focus on anything but the man hovering over him. He inhales sharply, hand sliding down one of Ram’s arms, tracing muscles that flex almost imperceptibly under his palm. He hiccups low again and tries to take another breath, not wanting to be interrupted by his own damned lungs. “I haven’t had someone pay me this much attention,” he manages.

Does it do his thoughts any justice? Absolutely not, but it’s all he can do for now as he tries to even out his own breathing. If he relaxes the hiccups will go away, he just needs to…

He pauses. Waits a beat. Maybe they’ve gone. Maybe -

He hiccups again and groans in frustration with himself.