The need in Joe's voice was enough to curtail any teasing Ram had planned. How could he deny this man something they both wanted, when every word and touch from him felt like a gift? Instead of wrapping fingers around his own cock to give Joe a (shortlived) show, Ram reached back to hold Joe steady as he lifted himself up. Breaths coming short and sharp, his eyes slid closed as he positioned Joe against his entrance. "Fuck, yes." Even though this wasn't the first time, the position still made it feel new, gravity drawing Ram inexorably down.
Too focused on how hard and hot Joe felt inside him for self-consciousness, Ram let words bloom from his lips without worrying about whether any of them were abrupt or ridiculous or right. "Fill me, take me, bed me, claim me..." As Ram's ass settled against the flat of Joe's hips, it was hard to remember why they needed words at all, when they could have this. He leaned forward, one hand beside Joe's head, the other squeezing at Joe's shoulder as Ram began to rock, shallowly at first, letting them both adjust, wanting this to last a little longer than the five minutes he'd predicted.