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]

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.'

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"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.

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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...

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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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?

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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.

[latino_menace]

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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Random can be an anchor!

He's certainly trusting that Ramon is concentrating very hard on the tips of Random's fingers, one of which is now trailing lightly up his thigh, tracing whorls and patterns on his skin, scraping softly with his fingernail, then soothing the skin, then moving up again.

"We did have that established, babe. A hundred times over, in fact. If you hadn't let me tie you up you could do something about it. But now it's my turn to play with you, pretty thing."

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Pretty thing? He laughs, but it's rather choked, stifled as it is by the way he can't drag his mind from the tingling of his skin, under the trailing fingers that are winding the tension further.

'We have also established that it's you that's the pretty one Random. And you can bet there'll be revenge in the future...but for now, hurry up!'

His desire is rather obvious. Yes.

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It makes Random laugh, both his voice, his words, his desire, all of it. It also makes him pinch the inside of his thigh, slapping his leg in an rather blatant revenge for having his ass pinched more than once, and then bend over to kiss it better.

And his mouth lingers, then he lies down, resting his head comfortably against his leg and reaches up to give him one gentle tug before stilling again, resting comfortably between Ramon's legs.

"I don't want to."

But he can't resist reaching up again, stroking at the skin of his upper leg, so close.

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He hisses at the pinch, again at the slap...but it all melts into a moan at the kiss. He's starting to see what Random meant by a 'quite a long night' - especially when he's touched, there's another moan that's starting to rise up the scale towards desperate because drawing it out is going to kill him, he's already sure.

He tries to push into the stroking a little, despite the weight of his head on his leg, but he's tied in such a way as to make it almost impossible to shift at all. So he groans, once - the first of many, he knows - and looks down at Random, muttering, 'Please. Does that help? Please!'

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There's a long moan at that, because the sound of him begging is just superb and makes Random sit up and dart out his tongue, one brief lick at Ramon's cock and he's off him, clambering up to the head of the bed, to press a kiss to Ramon's temple.

"Make's you sound beautiful. And so. Fucking. Sexy. God."

And then he kisses him properly, deep, and commanding, because even in this he's not letting Ramon have the upper hand.

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He whimpers slightly at the maddeningly brief lick, trying to thrust up for more but being unable to - and anyway, Random's gone already.

He moans into the kiss, it makes him start to ache because he's at Random's mercy and there's not a damn thing he can do...and it's hot.

'If I'm sexy, then touch me. C'mon Random...'

God, he wants him to. Is starting to need him to.

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That's the game, isn't it?

"Touch you?"

A hand splays on Ramon's chest, flat against his skin, and Random laughs softly, sitting up.

"Tell you what, baby. You tell me exactly, exactly, what you imagine me doing to you."

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His head falls back against the pillows and he groans, it's almost painful.

'You're fucking torturing me Random.' He tries to collect his thoughts a little. 'If I tell you, you won't do it. Please amarente, just anything!'

Making him think about it just makes the blood in his veins pound harder.

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"Oh, you don't know that."

He smiles, still smug, and straightens, then swings a leg across Ramon's chest, straddling his ribs, up on his knees, popping the button of his jeans and sliding down the zipper with a low groan.

"Tell me, lover. If I like it, I promise, I'll touch you. If you don't I'll just sit here and touch myself until you do."

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Ramon's eyes slam shut and his breath hitches. A deperate moan rips from him immediatley and there's nothing he can do to control it.

Oh Christ...

He doesn't say anything. Not necessarily because he's trying to get Random to follow through on that, just because he's trying to calm down. The wants to get some relief from the ache but God, the way he'd looked last time he'd touched himself...Ramon's torn. He doesn't know which avenue will be the most erotic, they both are at this point.

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He immediately drops forwards and kisses him hard, because he loves it when Ramon moans into his mouth, and he's not going to miss the opportunity, and Ramon's just looking so fucking desperate it's killing him.

So he straightens and yanks his jeans lower with a short groan that's almost a yelp, and briefs down, and then his hands are moving, once, twice, three times and pausing for him to pant out:

"Tell me and I'll hear you and touch myself to the sound. Come on, babe, tell me. Your voice is so fucking hot."

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He does moan into his mouth, hard, and opens his eyes when he feels the movement of jeans coming down. He tries to stop himself squirming but it's almost impossible because he's so turned on and it only gets worse as he watches him start to jerk himself off.

'OhfuckingJesus...I want your hands on me. Grip me hard, squeeze, pull me off. I love it when you rub over the tip with your thumb and do it hard, almost hard enough to hurt but not quite. Christ Random, don't stop, please baby, driving me crazy...'

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"Don't do that often enough."

His hand is moving again, moving as Ramon describes and causing his back to arch, until he finally pulls back, and off the bed, and stands, leaning heavily against it. His hand comes down and closes around Ramon, and it's hot and demanding and three, two, one, and off, with a last lingering twist of his thumb, because he's stripping off his jeans and taking a moment to breathe and try to get Ramon to calm down.

No need to rush, after all. They aren't even completely undressed.

[latino_menace]

Ramon squirms, crying out desperately at the touch, trying once again to push up into it. He can't even watch Random pulling his jeans off, he's too preoccupied with staring at the ceiling and trying to take calming breaths. Because Christ, Random's barely touched him yet - but he's been playing with him for ages and his mind's taken over and is driving him nuts. Add that to the effect that the man always has on him...yeah, he needs to calm down.

'I like doing it to you,' is all he says, then closes his eyes and forces himself to chill.

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"Yeah?"

Ramon's nose? Is firmly tweaked. Nothing like a bit of indignity to calm a person down. And Random twists himself a glass of water, because he needs to breathe and drink and he runs an icecube along Ramon's bottom lip, because he's probably thirsty.

The water on his lip looks nice, anyways.

And he's considering putting the ice to good use, later. If he feels like it. Still hasn't shown Ramon exactly how good that day in Texorami felt.

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It does calm him down, considerably. He opens his eyes and shoots a glare up at him, while licking the water carefully off his lip. 'Bastard.'

He eyes the water covetously. Then affects a mock-pout and says, 'If you loved me, you'd share that properly.'

Not above emotional blackmail at times. At all.