'... You don't like me being dominant?'
'I didn't say that! In fact I should have asked, do you not like it when I give you ... head?'
Raphael, with spirited energy, quickly retorted, 'I never said I didn't like it one bit! ... It's just, I prefer putting it in your back hol—'
Ezra quickly interrupted him with a light, deliberate slap to his mouth, clearly knowing what was coming. 'Raphael, if that's the case, why do you always .... Trying to stop me when I'm ... you know?'
'It's because I can't fit mine in all the way, entirely.' Raphael spoke with unabashed ease, pressing at the word 'entirely' as though he were delivering a casual greeting, his smile barely wavering as he watched Ezra's face flush red in response to his straightforward explanation.
'Huh?'
'... And also, your ass is the best, it can swallow me all the way from the tip to the base—'
Ezra once again lightly slapped Raphael's mouth shut, clearly intending to silence him.