He feels too much all at once, is what he feels. Heat and pressure and weight, skin against skin, firm muscles and strong hand and Rama’s indulgent lips, his expanding chest with each breath, the vibrations of the laughter against his own body - he feels it all at once, and his head spins slightly before he’s grounded by the attention to more sensitive areas. He grips his shoulder, trimmed nails digging into Ram’s skin as he bucks his hips back up into his hand.

“I feel like you might be trying to kill me,” he exhales, trying for dry and collected but quickly following it up with a shiver. “Chrissakes…I feel…how does your mind keep working when you feel this good? I can barely breathe, let alone talk!”