"So fucking good," Joe agreed with another nipping kiss and finally laying fully on the bed as Ram went to get supplies where he exhaled deeply, eyes closed. Joe's hand went to his own cock for a brief stroke before he moved over so that there would be plenty of room for Ram. Just touching Ram was going to keep him plenty hard until the right time, he thought, grabbing one of the pillows to put under Ram's ass for a better angle.
With Ram laid out for him and hips propped up, Joe moved Ram's knees apart so that there was room for him to kneel between them. He leaned over, one hand beside Ram's head, and kissed him softly. Compliments about his appearance were great and Joe could feel Ram's affection in every touch of his hands, but it was nothing compared to how good he felt when Ram addressed him like that. "You can call me anything you like," Joe said quietly, his nose nudging the tip of Ram's, "just as long as you keep calling me yours." My Joe and every variation that he could come up with satisfied something deep within him and he couldn't get enough.
He stole another kiss before kneeling back and picking up the bottle of lube. A decent squirt of it and Joe pressed his fingers between Ram's legs, leaning over once again so that he could take his pick of where to kiss him. It was a welcome distraction from his own dick, Ram's lips absorbing Joe's soft moan as his finger slipped deeper.