Ric had no problem with Elijah being too turned on to play close enough attention to catch tiny hesitations. At all. He kept kissing Elijah. His fingers sliding through Elijah's hair, his tongue sliding against Elijah's. He thought rapidly while he did it, to the best of his ability. There had to be a better way to do this. Dredging up memories of porn, and sex, and some practical experience.

He broke the kiss with a soft gasp. "Willing to turn your back to me, yet?"

He'd just come. At least it shouldn't come across like he was going to do anything, um. Presumptuous.