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Joe Russo (notalongtime) wrote in heureuxlake,

"Ram," Joe teased in an almost purr, more familiar now with the feel of how Ram was opening up for him. He knew it wouldn't take too much longer and the demand for a condom was music to his ears. Watching as Ram rolled the condom onto his shaft, his tough light but confident, Joe moaned, abs tightening. He could be happy getting off with just Ram's hand but Joe knew there was something better on the horizon. One of these days, Joe was going to ask him about Istus and Evening Glory and all the other oaths that slipped from his lips, but today was not that day. "Want you too," Joe agreed, even with Ram's fingers curled around the proof of it.

Joe's eyes widened as Ram stopped him, possibly for the first time ever, but he let those steady, sure hands guide him until he was propped against the pillows. As Ram straddled him, he realized the intention behind this new position. The smirk on Ram's face was electric and Joe's hands grasped at Ram's thighs, tongue darting out to lip his lips. Joe's breathing grew shallower as his gaze dropped lower, first over the colorful artwork on his arms, then watching the path of Ram's hand as if he were hypnotised.

"Please, Ram." He needed Ram to hurry up but didn't have the words for it.