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, |
Whether he called attention to himself or not, Benny had all of Ram's attention, from the thoughts that kept returning to the idea of Benny touching him to the way he held his body, all on show for Benny's approval. He didn't even try not to make grabby hands as Benny finally surged towards him, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while the other took up its abandoned position against Benny's top. He tried to trace the pattern, tried to keep his movements small enough not to stray 'outside the lines', as it were, but for all Ram's finesse with fine detail, it simply wasn't possible when Benny rolled his hips down against him.
Letting his legs spread enough for Benny to slot between them, Ram arched his back into the touch, rubbing himself against Benny. Every breath that left him was a gasp, or a moan, or just a long and stuttering sigh. "Benny," he whined, but didn't follow the word with any request for specific action. He just needed more, and it didn't hugely matter more of what. More friction, more heat, more words.