And Ramon's are wide and heated, crinkling a little on every thrust forward as he gasps through the increasing pace because he just can't stop himself from moving harder. Still gentle but a little more firmly - there's no way he could stay that slow. He needs this now, needs Random, like air and water.

He's resting his weight on the arm that isn't holding Random's leg but he can still pause and adjust so that he's taking his hand, interlocking their fingers so he can hang on through this. It's important - more than anything, to him right now - that they're doing this together, just like they're going to do the next thousand years together.

And he doesn't move his eyes from Random's because he needs to see him. Will never get tired of looking at him as they make love.