Ramon...starts to laugh. And lets the worry go because this is silly. Instead he folds his arms around the smaller body and pulls him so that he's lying on top of him. Then a kiss is pressed to his head and his voice is almost fierce.

'No! You're perfect.' He really is. 'And I love you and God, I love having sex with you, however we do it. I'll try and not worry about it so much, alright? And I'll make it rougher if that's what you prefer. Just...if you're starting to stress, stop me early, OK? Don't let it progress and then stop me, because I'll hate myself for not realising on my own. And the quicker you let me know there's a problem, the less I'll think you were worrying that I was about to rape you.'

Blunt, maybe. But he want's to be absolutely clear on this. Because any indication that Random isn't sure of his intentions, and he won't be able to do a thing without permission again, for a very long time.