He's stuggling not to slump flat on the bed at the moment, aftershocks making him gasp and quiver. Breathing isn't happening, just gasping, panting, and he moans, fisting a hand in the sheets to keep himself level. The pain from Random's teeth helps him focus and he manages to think that he's never been as utterly possessed as he is right in this moment. He's defenceless, and doesn't care.

'...feeling good, baby? Keep going.'

He'll be here with him for as long as he needs to feel as good as he does right now.