Elias had to barely restrain himself from curling his hands into loose fists. He cleared his throat quietly, trying not to look at the other man too much.  "A check-up?" He repeated.

He lifted a hand, running his fingers through his long hair, which were loosely held by the scrunchie before clearing his throat once again. "Ah...it's not really needed. I have all your scans here, and the monitors show everything I need to see-"

Raphael hummed under his breath, a soft tsk leaving his lips. He tilted his head to the side, the smirk still on his face. He watched as Elias's adam's apple bobbed in his throat, and he wanted nothing more than to leave hickeys on the pale, swan like neck which was exposed to him. 'How unfair that his mouth was not currently on the smooth skin', he thought bitterly.

"Now, now, doctor..." He purred, the rasp in his voice becoming even more prominent now.

Elias could practically feel his 'professionalism' crumbling down like a deck of cards. He was already fighting himself not to let his eyes roam over the other man's body and it wasn't helping that he was sitting there with that thin hospital gown, tied loosely at the front. How he had not noticed, in his more than a decade old medical career...just how thin and flimsy that hospital gown was.

Meanwhile, Raphael just smiled charmingly, his voice dropping a little, in a low, almost authoritative drawl. "Now, doctor....I'd really appreciate if you do. Check my heart. And what else could check it better than your skilled, beautiful hands?"

Elias was getting more flustered the longer he spoke. He knew exactly what the other man was doing, and he wanted to call him out on it so badly, but right now, his brain was malfunctioning. He was all too aware of the fact that he found his ex boyfriend really, really attractive, and he was doing a damn good job in making him flustered. That bastard.

He let out another huff, as a final attempt to regain some shred of dignity and composure. It was obviously failing though, if the way his cheeks were dusted pink was anything to go by. "Now, Mr Morgan, that's neither necessary nor appropriate, and I can infer little by 'checking your heart' by my hand, as compared to the ECG showing in the monitor-"

Raphael just smirked at the doctor's explanation. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. The sheets fell off of him, and the silk was now pooling around his hips, resting against his lap. "Not necessary, you say? And I beg to differ, doctor."

He gently, but unhesitantly, wrapped his hand around the doctor's slender wrists, putting the pale, unblemished palm with just a hint of redness around the knuckles and wrist, on his chest.

Elias' breath hitched as he felt the man's warm, large hand around his wrist, easily encircling the slender limb. The blush on his cheeks intensified more, a shiver running down his spine as the warm, calloused palm pressed against his and guided it to the man's chest, on top of his heart. He could feel the heartbeat beneath his palm...and he'd felt many heart beat in his lifetime, but this one was doing things he didn't want to admit to him.

He was suddenly assaulted with the memories of being pressed against that warm, toned chest in those strong, tanned arms, pale legs wrapped around a narrow, bare waist while he was held up in another's arms.

Raphael could hardly keep himself from smiling smugly as he watched the other's reaction, his gaze not leaving the slender fingers resting on his chest. He could feel his heart hammering against the doctor's touch, and a part of him felt like he's being electrocuted from the contact.

He let the doctor's hand rest against his chest for a while, before he slowly, deliberately, and gently put his own hand over it, trapping the slender fingers against his skin. He tightened his grip on the slender hand, his thumb gently stroking the knuckles. The doctor's pulse was beating erratically against his palm, and he pressed it a little closer to his chest.

"You have beautiful hands, doctor...It's hard to believe these pretty hands saved my life," he breathed out, practically whispering the words to the other man.

Elias didn't know what to say to that. He could only stare, his mind screaming at him to withdraw his hand, that he was not only crossing but practically mocking and spitting at the line of professionalism by this point, but he could only manage a weak attempt to pull his hand back, almost like he himself didn't want to let go himself.

Raphael chuckled, the sound low and raspy. It was so unfair, he'd thought. Elias had looked so composed and put together, so much different from the young, barely over 21 year old boy he was when they were together...Yet, right now, the blush on his pale cheeks and the way he weakly attempted to pull his hands back, made it clear he was just as affected by this as he was. Maybe the shy 21 year old wasn't really lost...He just had to bring it out.

If it had been any other person, it would have been annoying. But this was Elias.

His Elias.