latino_menace: (R&R - Bastards)
Ramon Salazar ([personal profile] latino_menace) wrote2005-12-09 01:32 am

OOM: A goodbye, to a room that's seen a lot. And now gets one last look...

Ramon heads upstairs, still tired but much happier since the earlier conversation with Random. But yes, tired, and all he wants to do is grab his lover and go to bed, possibly have sex, possibly just sleep. And as far as he's concerned, there's nothing out of the ordinary going on with his appearance.

He hasn't seen a mirror since his conversation with Thea.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
But in the same motion as the spin, Random's shifting to stand in front of Ramon.

"You calm, love?"

He's not laughing. He sounds a bit nervous, because death threats are just never good, but he's not laughing.

"I think... I like it better than the glitter, for certain."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Nor does he intend to let it be taken out on him. Ramon is unceremoniously dragged into their room, away from the mirror, and Random's grip is firm enough to let him know that sitting in here and sulking about it is not an option.

"Not going down that road, baby. Come on. You snap out of it, or I'll have to steal the focus of the night all for myself, hmm?"

Once they're out, he pulls him in for a light kiss.

"Seriously, is it so bad? I think you're sexy as hell, and it's quite fetching, with your eye colour."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Gonna stay here."

Ramon is pushed unceremoniously onto the bed, Random hopping onto him, straddling him easily and winding a hand into (yes) his hair, tilting his head up for a demanding kiss.

"Say farewell, and close a chapter of many a long night of good sex in this bed. Gonna be living elsewhere now. Right here is where you first touched me. First slept on top of eachother."

He pushes him back, trying to get him to lie down, and looks down at him, contemplatively.

"First time I tied you up, too."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Was it, then?"

He fiddles with the top button of Ramon's shirt, toying idly for an instant, before popping it open and tracing the exposed skin with a lazy finger.

"Glad you thought so. What do you think about saying goodbye with a bang, baby?"

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Very us is right."

It's very quick, and before Ramon has a chance to object Random's off him, pulling him upright with insistant hands, and standing, hands on his hips, watching him levelly.

"Gonna get scarves. Strip."

But he lingers for a moment, smiling with something akin to teasing affection. Because the scarves can wait, but Ramon undressed is a sight that simply can't.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Random, after a great effort, turns, and pulls the scarves out of (thank God) the top of the suitcase, glancing back over his shoulder to see Ramon starting to undo his belt buckle.

"I'll leave you to it, for a bit."

And he leans easily against the dresser, prepared to watch and enjoy.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"But of course, Ramon."

It's low, and there's a bit of a moan in his voice, because Ramon looks good and there's something fucking gorgeous about being that comfortable in your own skin.

And yeah, the hair doesn't fucking matter. Though Random's eyes haven't even glance above his belt since his hands started their work.

"This way I get to look at you and plan what I'm going to do with you."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Sit down."

His voice is sharp again, because he's a prince and he expects, deserves, demands to be obeyed. And Ramon's looking entirely too deliciously proud, and he wants to do this properly.

"On the edge of the bed, on your hands. Keep them underneath you."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Not as much as you will, Ramon.

Random saunters forwards easily, placing a hand on his head in a quiet gesture of frivolous possession, then sliding down along the side of his face to tilt his chin up.

"And you wonder why I like photos of you."

And he pulls back, unbuttoning his shirt slowly and pulling his teeshirt over his head, then pausing again to examine Ramon for another moment, then moving forwards to straddle him, keeping a careful distance between them, letting the denim touch only his thighs. One hand on Ramon's shoulder keeping him balanced.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
He grins, this time up at the ceiling, because his head has fallen back, and he's shifting slightly closer.

"Well, babe?"

Random looks down at him for a moment, then places both hands on his shoulders and moves his hips for a moment, a quick and suggestive mime, letting the rough denim brush against his skin.

"You mentioned something about liking me this way."

And he continues moving, body shifting in an accurate approximation of sex, but not touching him.

"Don't move your hands."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
He swings off him, settling onto his knees on the bed next to him, turning to look at him and running another slow hand, across his shoulders, up his throat, then turning his face again, straight forwards.

Random shifts again, this time till he's sitting behind Ramon, moving forwards and up onto his knees, leaning against his back just to touch.

"You might, might not. Haven't decided."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course I'm teasing."

He spreads his legs soslightly and presses against him just a bit because God Ramon...

"The question you have to answer for yourself, is is it 'just' that."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2005-12-09 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to be quite mean to you. Baby."

There's a small smile at the word, and a hand reaches out, and slides down his chest, till it reaches a nipple.

Which is then pinced between forefinger and thumb, and twisted sharply, before being released in a moment with a laugh.

"But I imagine you won't complain."