Ric went with the push, though there was a moment where his heart skipped a beat and his instinctive reaction was to push back against Elijah and fight him off. Something about having Elijah over him sending a fresh kick of adrenaline through him.

He used that reaction, growled into the kiss and slung his arm over Elijah's waist, fingers dug into the Elijah's hip on the opposite side. The roll of Elijah's hips, the drag and friction along his cock, and he arched up into it, hard. Not quite as graceful and fluid as he could have been, but it wasn't a fight or fear, it was just him responding to what Elijah was doing it and... mirroring it as best he could from their reversed positions.

He was quickly getting familiar with the taste and feel of Elijah, actually enjoying the differences in the the temperature and texture of their skin, and arousal wasn't going anywhere. Hell, that little extra jolt of primal fear fed straight back to his cock. He had to breathe, though, even if Elijah didn't, so he wrenched out of the kiss, but moved just far enough away to bite at Elijah's shoulder, just a little roughly.

Based entirely on the reactions he'd gotten to biting so far.