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

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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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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."

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'Calm. Yeah. Sure.' His voice is low, bitter even. And his fingers curl round the edge of the surface he's leaning on, grasping until the knuckles are white.

He doesn't look up, just tries to calm down for real. It's not Random's fault, he doesn't deserve to have it taken out on him.

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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."

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His expression remains angry and bitter for a moment, then the words seep through and he breathes out heavily. 'Fine.' He manages a small smile even. 'Not so bad, no. It's not fetching, but if it's still here tomorrow I'll try and dye it out.'

He doesn't even want to consider that it might be permanent, so avoids all thoughts of it. Instead he slips his arms round Random's waist and pulls him in. 'Focus of the night is all on you amarente. What do you want to do - are we going back to Haven, or staying here?'

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"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."

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The bad mood drops away under the prospect of sex and the mere thought of their house and life together.

He winces a bit at the touching of the monstrous hair, but the kiss distracts him easily. 'It's been a good bed for us,' he agrees. He'll kind of miss it, in a way. Lots of good memories - but painful ones too. Better to have a fresh start.

He lies down when he's pushed, a genuine smile on his face. 'Mmmm. It was good, if I remember rightly.'

Of course he does.

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"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?"

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His eyes fall closed for an instant and he's smiling again. 'It was. I was cursed, so may not have got the full effects - but still damn good.'

His hands run up Random's thighs that are either side of his body, resting there comfortably. And he smirks and says, 'I'm yours to do what you want with amarente, you know that. And saying goodbye with a bang sounds like a good plan to me - dramatic. Very us.'

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"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.

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He smirks with an expression that hits 'arrogant' full in the face, despite the hair. And he doesn't object, just holds Random's eyes with something like a challenge...no. A definite challenge, as his hands go the buttons on his shirt and start casually, but firmly, pulling them open. When they're done, he doesn't pull the thing off his shoulders, just kicks his shoes off and starts unbuckling his belt.

His head tilts as the hands linger, heavy lids half-covering black eyes lazily. 'Anytime you want to join me baby, feel free...'

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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.

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He smirks again, feeling nothing of self-consciousness. Not with Random.

The belt is eased open slowly, then the buttons that make up the fly of these jeans are popped, one by one, his eyes never leaving Random's face. Just before the last button comes undone, he shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and lets it drop to the floor, following it with the jeans.

'You want it all off amarente?' He pulls at the waistband of his boxers, willing to drop them for him but waiting to be told to, with the smirk still firmly in place.

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"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."

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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.'

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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...?'

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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."

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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...'

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"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."

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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?'

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"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."