Ramon can't take his eyes off him, this man he loves so much. He doesn't force or fight the pleasure that swirls through him, lets it gather at its own pace, feeling it muster and harden until his hips are bucking fast but he doesn't move his eyes from Random because he can't.

It doesn't take long. His body goes rigid and he thrusts once more, hard, and he's there, coming with a shout of 'RANDOM!' which tapers off into a drawn-out groan of satisfaction. He releases his head and flops back to the mattress, chest heaving.