He takes the chocolate, purposefully pulling at Random's fingers at the same time with his lips. He sits close to him as his hand slides his zipper down and pops the button, easing his hand into the warm, enclosed space.

'I'm going to make you...?' He rests his forehead lightly on the side of Random's head, mouth near his ear. '...just want you to feel good.'

The hand remains, for a few long moments, warm fingers stroking gently over hot, soft skin, lightly insisting that it respond in the way it should.