Ramon's body reacts of his own accord, hips coming forward to where they might have a hope of release without even thinking about the movement. He's crying out openly, just because of listening to him and he knows he can't last much longer, and he promised.

So he leans against the pillows, gasping for breath and physically manhandling Random on to his lap. He holds him there for a moment while he quickly spreads some more lube, sucking on his neck and moaning as he does, then biting and insisting in a low voice,

'Sit on me, c'mon I need you Random, gotta help me here, breathe baby, focus, I'll get you high enough soon I promise but I have to take you first, come on...' And again, he's arching up without even meaning to, his body knowing exactly what it needs right now.