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

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.

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His head falls back immediately, a strangled yell sounding out and body tightening at the feel of him, muscles tensing hard. He stares at the ceiling and is glad that Random isn't moving straight away because he's taking this time to control himself again...but hell, there's not a lot else he can do. With the weight on him, he can't even push back up into him - so he lies, gasping, not daring to look at his lover, completely at his mercy.

And oh God it feels good...

He keeps breathing, though he chokes on a long moan while Ramon's yelling, because he sounds so good and so desperate and there's a heady control in this situation that's just intoxicating.

So he grins down at him and rocks, just slightly, shudders running through him, hands clenching in the sheets and on Ramon's side, because if he doesn't catch his breath soon he'll fall and slip off him.

The rocking draws another cry that's just shy of being a fully fledged yell and he's trying his damndest to snap his hips upwards and just can't and the frustration is almost enough to make him swear because he's right there, and it's hot, and he can't do anything.

He can't look at him, much as he wants to. It's too much, he can't see him gloating if he's going to draw it out further because he's being driven nuts right now and the desperation is so strong he can taste it.

'God please...'

"Calling me God, baby?"

He shifts again, writhing for a long moment, watching Ramon's face with anticipation, because he's going to be yelling much louder than this.

"Kind of you. But not quite."

He leans forwards, muscles purposefully clenching, and runs a hand down Ramon's throat, down his chest, stomach, abdoment, till he's upright again with another long moan.

"Say my name. Scream it."

And then he begins to move. Thrusting back onto him hard, fast as his precarious will allow for.

He yells something, as soon as Random's writhing, and it doesn't stop as he leans forward, gets louder when muscles clench and hands roam down his body. It's not Random's name though, that much is obvious - and there's nothing intelligible after he starts to move either, just another series of cries as his head is turned to one side, eyes squeezed tightly shut, aware of almost nothing except the pleasure that comes from the friction he's finally getting.

He keeps on laughing, arching, delighted by the expression on Ramon's face and the way his head turns and the way he's not able to watch.

He'll get him to look, later. When he's closer, or even after he's come and he's all dazed and quiet. But for now he's content to thrust back against him in an easy rhythm, stroking himself in time and to the sight of his lover beneath him.

It's almost unbearable and he can hear him laughing at him - his eyes flick open to glare at him and warn him to stop...and then he sees him touching himself again and almost loses it right there. The moan that the sight pulls from him is actually quiet, because there's simply no breath in him to make a louder noise.

And he can't look but can't look away...he just kind of...fixes his eyes at a point about two foot to Random's right, where he can sort of see but not clearly - and that's about the only thing that keeps him from coming on the spot. That and the way that he's trying to switch his mind off, detach so it can last a bit longer, not think about the way he's tied up and Random's riding him.

'OhGod...'

That simply won't do, because Random's stroking himself harder, dragging closer to the edge but not going to cross it just yet because he wants to see Ramon first.

"Look... at me... christ, baby... and come."

It's still a command. Because it's been long enough and Ramon has to let go and Random wants to watch him and feel him while he does. Because that's the best part.

He's almost out of his damn mind with pleasure, but he won't look...can't quite bring himself to move his head, in case any shift tips him over the edge. But he can see what Random's doing and can't stop crying out in absolute desperation, knowing that this cannot possibly go on for more than another few seconds because it'll kill him if it does, his muscles are already as tight and strained as they can be...but he just can't bring himself to let go yet, not on command, and he wants to be looking at Random when he does.

He just doesn't trust himself to move his head. And so he's yelling and writhing and still holding on...

Random cries out, adding his voice and moving hard, because he won't be cheated of seeing this and there's desperation in his voice too, and he's panting and starting to writhe while he moves but he wants to see him come.

"Please baby please please please Ramon please..."

He chokes out another strangled yell and his defences are gone, he gives in and turns to look at him...

...he sees the writhing, feels it on him, sees the way his cheeks are flushed and his hands on himself, hears his cries...

...a split second is all it takes to finish him and he's screaming, head thrown backwards, rigid body and yet still trying to rock against the constraints and all he can feel is Random on him and the relief, oh God, there's no words for the relief to have finally released.

That's everything he'd been building toward, for, and to. And Random watches it avidly, shuddering throughout and then finding his own moments afterwards, with a quiet sound, an elegant arch, and a crumple onto Ramon's chest, resting there easily, listening to his breathing.

And he lies there, just listening, for what might be a second and what might be a very long time.

Ramon...could be dead. It's hard to tell, apart from the way his chest is heaving and he's gasping for air.

A few minutes later there's a small choking sound as he tries to laugh but doesn't have the breath for it and he gets out, 'Think...I need an...oxygen tank...'

He's kidding. But...you wouldn't know it to hear him.

'Arms...'

He can't feel them and has only just noticed that.

"Yeah."

He's up, and untying them, and then making short work of the knots on his feet, and then curling back up to his chest, resting comfortably against him.

"Mmmm, baby."

He wants to hold him but can hardly get the limbs to respond just yet. And besides, it's effort enough to just lie on a bed at the moment.

'Fucking hell...'

It's about the most coherent thing he can say right now.

He's free to melt into whatever shaped puddle he should so choose. Random'll simply curl up and share in the basking.

"Glad you liked it."

He eventually forces his arms to shift to somewhere where blood can run into them freely again, and after the pins and needles have calmed down a bit he rolls onto his side a little more, propping his head up on one arm and holding Random with the other.

'You're incredible. Bad for my health, but incredible.'

"Your health is fine."

He presses a kiss to Ramon's shoulder, with a wide smile.

"You're exercising a lot, after all. Your fop of a boyfriend getting you to carry him around all the time. Least I could do was offer a bit of compensation for all the heavy lifting."

He snickers and kisses him properly. 'You're not a fop. And I like carrying you around - you're not that heavy.'

His head falls back to the bed and he can't stop smiling, albeit a little tiredly.

'That was just...I mean, you're evil. But it was incredible.' He kisses him again. 'Thank you amarente, you're amazing. I am exhausted but it was worth every second.'

"I shall make a point of doing so once every month or so."

He pushes against him, getting comfortable and letting his eyes drift shut, because he's sleepy and wants Ramon to hold him.

"It's late, babe. Hold me?"

''Course baby.' He pulls him against him and holds him tight, wanting to feel him close just as much. He also retrieves the duvet from where it's fallen to the floor, and wraps them up in it because his muscles are aching and getting cold.

'I'll need a month to recover...' he says sleepily, and then kisses him before yawning. 'Sleepy...night Random...'

And he's dropped off already, completely spent. Random wore him out for real.

There's a low sound in the back of his throat, a murmur of pride and quiet adoration.

The blanket is tucked firmly around them both, and he pulls himself close, drifting easily to sleep and delighting in Ramon's arms around him.

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

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