In addition to his hand his thoughts are flooded with the sensation of Rama’s body pressed against his and his teeth on his skin. He tightens his hand in his hair briefly, encouragingly, hissing under his breath as everything starts to build like an orchestra leading to a crescendo.
“More,” he finds himself saying. “More, Ram, please…”
He can’t be certain what he wants ‘more’ of - the biting or the hand on him or the heavy breathing in his ear, but it’s all so wonderful his head is absolutely swimming.
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In addition to his hand his thoughts are flooded with the sensation of Rama’s body pressed against his and his teeth on his skin. He tightens his hand in his hair briefly, encouragingly, hissing under his breath as everything starts to build like an orchestra leading to a crescendo.
“More,” he finds himself saying. “More, Ram, please…”
He can’t be certain what he wants ‘more’ of - the biting or the hand on him or the heavy breathing in his ear, but it’s all so wonderful his head is absolutely swimming.