His entire body seems to be coiling under Ramon's hands, winding tighter and tighter, like a coil ready to snap, a slow tensing along his back, easily, softly, and inevitably.

He can taste chocolate in his mouth, though he's only had the one, and he's shuddering suddenly, because Ramon's hands are pulling him closer still. The sky is bright and the light is orange and shining across them, casting beautiful shadows on Ramon's skin, and he idly wishes that he had the camera on hand or could stop shaking long enough to focus properly.