Ram Easthallow (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bifoliate) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
The way Benny was staring at his chest, tongue darting out to wet his lips, was lighting Ram up inside almost as much as anything else had tonight. "I'll let you find the rest yourself, then," he teased, tugging the shirt back up just to see the disappointed little crease between Benny's eyebrows. Most of Ram's tattoos were in the same general place, so it wasn't like it would take Benny long to find them, once the shirt came all the way off.
There was little doubt in Ram's mind that there'd be begging before the end of the evening, especially with as often as they'd talked about it now. If Benny had said it would cross a boundary for him, Ram would've tried to stop himself, but there was a big difference between that and just not asking for it. He groaned, both at the pressure of Benny's body against his and at the reminder that his bedroom was all the way upstairs.
He stooped to pick up his discarded jacket, tucking it under his arm while he grabbed Benny's hand again with the other. "This way." It didn't take long, though it felt like it, before Ram was pushing the door open, tugging Benny inside. The bedroom wasn't dirty, but there were definitely more clothes hung on the backs of chairs than there really should've been, plus doodles of tattoo ideas and handwriting practice strewn across the desk and bedside table. Ram dropped his jacket onto the seat of the chair, the slipped his hands back under Benny's, fingers spanning as much of the skin revealed by the crop top as he could. "How do you feel about this staying on?" he asked, touching the velvet briefly.