He lets out a long, slow, breath, not moving at first. Just letting Random touch and feeling the stirring of arousal low in his belly. It's nice to feel something so familiar, it grounds him in the here and now - he knows what to do with this.

He tilts his head again, brushing his lips over Random's neck until he finds the pulse point, which he kisses. And his own hand wanders over the man's stomach, and lower, starting to return the touch in kind.