Ray swallows when Leonard shifts closer, but nowhere near enough for the sudden urge to know just how he feels pressed against him, solid and there.

He shifts until he can press himself up against him finally, as much as he can, a sigh passing his lips as he finally scratches that itch. Well, almost anyway. It might be better with tangled limbs or fewer clothes, but he isn't sure if he's already pushing boundaries he probably shouldn't.

Doesn't quite stop Ray from tipping his head in until they're forehead to forehead. "Does that ring a bell at all?"