The heat and pressure of Rama’s thigh pressed against his is reassuring, and more than a little stimulating. He exhales through his nose as Ram presses the kiss into his mouth, hot and fierce but sadly brief, and hisses from that sting of the teeth on his lower lip.
He stares back at him a moment, gears turning in his mind, before taking hold of Ram’s head and kissing him ferociously, possessively, so he knows how much he wants him, how good he’s made him felt. There’s another hiccup, one that he keeps in his throat so that his chest jolts but he doesn’t make a noise, and he kisses him through it.
He doesn’t have to tell him how it all felt - Ram could see his erection, the way that he throbbed with every scrape of his teeth or lick of his tongue. But he does want to answer still, and murmurs against his mouth, “there’s nothing else that exists but you and me, that’s how it felt.”
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The heat and pressure of Rama’s thigh pressed against his is reassuring, and more than a little stimulating. He exhales through his nose as Ram presses the kiss into his mouth, hot and fierce but sadly brief, and hisses from that sting of the teeth on his lower lip.
He stares back at him a moment, gears turning in his mind, before taking hold of Ram’s head and kissing him ferociously, possessively, so he knows how much he wants him, how good he’s made him felt. There’s another hiccup, one that he keeps in his throat so that his chest jolts but he doesn’t make a noise, and he kisses him through it.
He doesn’t have to tell him how it all felt - Ram could see his erection, the way that he throbbed with every scrape of his teeth or lick of his tongue. But he does want to answer still, and murmurs against his mouth, “there’s nothing else that exists but you and me, that’s how it felt.”