The weight of Random's eyes is...delicious. He's not self conscious, the way he was last time, and the way Random seems to enjoy looking - it's a turn on in itself.

So he can stand the interminable wait while that hand rests on his knee, just about. Wanting more obviously but the anticipation is fun too - then again, the feel of Random's fingers playing softly over sensitive skin is a reminder of what's coming and he shifts slightly, breathing out steadily to put an anchor on his fantasising mind.

'Damn tease.'

But he quite obviously doesn't mind. At all.