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, |
Given he'd been watching Joe already, Ram was in an excellent position to notice the way Joe's fingers flexed against the steering wheel and the bob of his throat. He didn't say anything, but he privately resolved to try that again soon, see if he could get more of a reaction when Joe wasn't focused on driving. Given how much he liked it when Joe called him 'beautiful', he wanted to have something to offer Joe in response. Something that felt less generic than 'handsome' or 'gorgeous' or 'sexy', no matter how true all three were.
Covering the hand on his thigh with his own, Ram ducked his head on a softly growing smile. "Different but right feels like a description I can get behind," he agreed. He liked it much better than 'normal'. With one last squeeze to Joe's hand, he reluctantly pushed it away so he could climb out of the car, only to reach for it again the moment they were both standing on the same side of the street. "Now, you said something about fate having it's fingerprints all over us," he recalled, voice dipping low, "and that gave me spectacular mental images of my hands all over you, and vice versa."
At this point, it was agiven that Joe was coming with him, so Ram didn't bother to ask, just kept hold of him all the way to the door and inside. His fingers were working Joe's buttons open before they even made it to the bedroom, pausing every few feet on the way to undo another or steal a kiss.