“I was thinking about myself as well,” he says, corners of his lips tugging upwards mischievously. He doesn’t stop the touch - he very well couldn’t after hearing Ram make such a gorgeous noise - and turns his head to kiss his calloused palm. “You look too tempting for me not to touch.”

He spares him for just a moment, fingers undoing his button and zipper so he can slip them into Rama’s trousers. There’s less cheek in the act than practicality, slowly he begins to push down the trousers so that they hang from Ram’s hips.