With his trousers around his ankles he’s even more restricted than he was before - there’s no shifting of his legs or hooking his ankle around Rama now. He grunts softly as Ram brushes by his cock but doesn’t touch it. It’s maddening in how deliberate his exploration is, how much he skirts around the one very obvious part of Crozier’s body that’s begging to be touched.

But he won’t plead with him. He’s not at that point - there’s still some fight left in him yet.

“I want your mouth on me again,” he tells him, voice sounding a little more broken than he would have cared to sound. “I don’t care where.”

See? No pleading. No demands for immediate satisfaction. He can hold out a little while longer.