The grin is gone, replaced by open lust. The mimicry of the movements bring past activites easily to mind, he finds himself thinking of the last time he had Random in this position, touching him, moving him, manipulating him every way he could to make him yell...

...his breath catches in his throat, just a little. He doesn't move his hands but his breathing's heavier.

'I do like you this way.' Beat. 'When do I get you this way...?'