The shorts he was wearing rode up, and the moment he noticed it he moved, trying to pull down the hem of his shorts to avoid lifting them too high, but a rough tongue click came out of the man as Ezra moved his hand that was trying to approach the edge of his shorts, making him pulled his hand back.
This man could be terrifying when he was serious. It reminded him of a cat carrying food in its mouth, and if you tried to touch it, it would hiss at you.
"So it's around..."
Low mutter that came out of the man's mouth was barely audible to him because his body tensed up, biting his lower lip trying not to jump every time the man's hand squeezed his thigh.
Their position, well, it was kind of strange.
They could do this more easily while standing.
"Raphael..."
"Sshh—"
Pursing his lips as he was interrupted before he could continue speaking, Ezra decided to look up at the white ceiling of the room.