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

[latino_menace]

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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[latino_menace]

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?"

[latino_menace]

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.

[latino_menace]

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...'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

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.

[latino_menace]

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."

[latino_menace]

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."

[latino_menace]

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.

[latino_menace]

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."

[latino_menace]

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."

[latino_menace]

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...'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"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."

[latino_menace]

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?'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"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."

[latino_menace]

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.

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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.

[latino_menace]

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...

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[latino_menace]

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.'