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

He chuckles and grasps the material lightly on either hip, sliding the shorts down sloooowly, enjoying the way Random seems to like watching. He hides nothing, doesn't flinch or try to hide himself away - yes, he's comfortable in his skin. Especially in front of this man.

Shorts hit the deck. Socks get pulled off easily and thrown away. And he stands, hands on hips, wearing nothing but a smile.

'Plan away. I'm not going anywhere.'

"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."

And because it's fun, and because it's nice to be able to give yourself up to someone once in a while - he grins slowly. The tilts his head to the side, implying a silent enjoying yourself Random? before walking backwards until his legs hit the mattress.

And he sits, on his hands. Still grinning.

Smug bastard.

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.

The grin is still there, still lazy - but there's a hint of something else too. Desire, at the sight of the shirt coming off; a slight tightening of the jaw when he's straddled. He doesn't pull his hands free but they certainly inch outwards a little bit, all the quicker to get them to a place where they can be used, when he's allowed. Or when the desire gets too much.

And the possession implicit in every gesture...it turns him on. He never thought it would, but it does.

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."

The grin is gone, replaced by open lust. The mimicry of the movements bring past activites easily to mind, he finds himself thinking of the last time he had Random in this position, touching him, moving him, manipulating him every way he could to make him yell...

...his breath catches in his throat, just a little. He doesn't move his hands but his breathing's heavier.

'I do like you this way.' Beat. 'When do I get you this way...?'

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."

His body moves, shifting towards wherever is being touched. He closes his eyes the second Random's behind him and can't see, focusing on the feeling of his weight against him, letting the pleasure of it suffuse him.

But for form's sake, he growls out quietly, 'You better not be just teasing...'

"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."

A loud breath is exhaled and his head drops forwards for a moment. Then he grins and laughs a little, quietly, before raising it again and letting it tip back to look up at Random. He can feel him against him, just slightly, but there all the same.

I don't think it's just that. Not with what you were pushing against me right there. But he doesn't say it because he doesn't want to force his hand - Random might decide to be contrary and not follow through if he calls him on it. So he just grins at him and says, 'You wouldn't be that mean to me baby, would you?'

"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."

He winces and then hisses, feeling the sharp pain throb for a minute before it melts into warm pleasure. He squirms on his hands slightly, inching them out a tiny bit further - it's going to be hard to just sit still through this. He's not used to being passive...but has to admit, it feels pretty damn good so far.

'I might complain. Doesn't mean I want you to stop though.' He pushes back against him, trying to rub along him to encourage him to speed up a little.

Doesn't work like that, as Ramon should very well know. Random pulls back, standing, moving away from the bed.

And picking up the scarves from the bedside table with idle hands. There are two today, and he turns back to glance at him with a contemplative smile.

"Hand and hand, hands and feet? Both feet? One? What do you think, love. Choose your poison."

Nothing to say he's going to listen to said request.

Oh God man, making me choose?! He stifles a moan of want and tries to think.

He knows what he wants. If it has to happen at all, he knows what he wants. He wants to be bound completely, both arms, both feet, as Random had said he was going to do weeks ago. But if he asked for it, there was a good chance he wouldn't get it. Or maybe he would, if it was what Random wanted as well...but damnit, he's hard to read sometimes.

He just drops his eyes a bit, acts more submissive than he feels, and hopes it'll get him his desire. 'Both. All of it.'

You are going to pay for this...

"Don't be ridiculous."

He tilts his chin up, abruptly, movements brusque, though his voice is almost comforting.

"And do not sacrifice your pride for this. Now truthfully. How do you want me to tie you up?"

Ramon's mouth breaks into a wicked smile. 'I've got bright blue hair amarente, what pride do you think I feel right now?' He leans towards him as best he can, amused. 'Besides, it's you and me.' We're OK with this stuff now, surely?

'And I want it like I said. All of it. Do it!' Beat. And in a sincere tone, 'Thank you for checking though.'

"Very welcome."

He's off him again, fishing for a few more scarves, just in case, then on top of him again, straddling him and grabbing his shoulders, twisting them so that when Ramon's pushed backwards, he's mostly straight on the bed.

"Now."

And Random's off again, standing at the foot of the bed, leaning forwards.

"Whenever you're ready, Mister Salazar."

And his voice is low, and pitched to mock, but it's still Ramon's choice.

He growls in his throat at the mocking - and is about to reach up and grab the headboard, let him tie him...but it sticks a bit. Just a little bit - being mocked does that. He raises himself up on his elbows instead, lifts one knee and plants his foot flat on the bed, the smirk returning in force.

'You want to tie me, tie me.' I want you to. But I'm not that easy. Not going to bend over for you. His tone is inviting but a bit superior also. Challenging, one might say.

But he has to admit, the way he says his name like that...God, that's hot...

A hand closes around his ankle. And it doesn't squeeze, or hurt, it's simply an unavoidable pull, of unbend your leg or you're coming with it.

And when he judges he's got him within the distance he wants, he loops the scarf around his ankle, knots it easily, then around the bottom of the bed. The next foot too, then he moves to the head of the bed, glancing up with a slight smile.

"You do realize that it is going to be quite a long night for you."

He chuckles softly. 'You can try. Do your worst baby.'

...

...and then he suddenly wishes he hadn't said that.

'But you do know that if you get me that hot, there's nothing that'll stop it being over.' He eyes his shirtless body. 'And you always get me that hot...'

If he's teased that much, he holds no illusions that he won't be able to hold on for a long time. Random's gorgeous, after all.

"I know."

He ties one hand, leans across him and secures the other, then eventually wanders back down to the end of the bed and climbs on, settling easily between Ramon's legs, feet flat on the bed on either side of his chest, leaning forwards and setting his chin on hands and elbows on knees.

"Mmm, your body."

He eyes him, still smiling lazily. 'I'm glad you like it so much Random.' Really fucking glad.

He tests the ties around his wrists, checking for the tension and how much room he has to manoever, staring into his eyes the whole time. 'Going to touch me now?' Please?

Oh, Random tied them tight enough. He hasn't got more than an inch or two to tug with. Not hurting, but most definitely restricting.

"If you want."

His hand hovers, for a moment. Then settles easily on Ramon's knee.

There it remains for a minute, perhaps two, because he can and he's not quite done studying Ramon in this position. Eventually, his hand slips slightly, down the inside of his leg and sliding two fingers into the slight space between leg and bed where his knee rises, though it's nearly flat due to the pulling scarf. But it's there, the skin is sensitive, and softer then one would think, and Random's fingers linger.

The weight of Random's eyes is...delicious. He's not self conscious, the way he was last time, and the way Random seems to enjoy looking - it's a turn on in itself.

So he can stand the interminable wait while that hand rests on his knee, just about. Wanting more obviously but the anticipation is fun too - then again, the feel of Random's fingers playing softly over sensitive skin is a reminder of what's coming and he shifts slightly, breathing out steadily to put an anchor on his fantasising mind.

'Damn tease.'

But he quite obviously doesn't mind. At all.

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