He's jerked back and it takes his breath away and pulls a cry from his throat all at the same time, leaving him helpless with his grip weakening on the bed.

'Only ever you.'

And he's going down to lean on his forearms, face buried in the pillow as he submits absolutely and yells into the cloth, a desperate release of tension.

He knows he's going to be begging soon. It's inevitable, if Random won't touch him. And it's OK because its Random, and he's the only one he'll ever do it for.