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Ramon eyes the bike with a gleam in his eye, just because he wants to drive it. He does idly wonder why it's here though.

'Random, I thought you liked the plane. Trying to run away from it so soon?'

He's only teasing though, and lets himself get pulled to it easily enough. 'Where are we going? And more importantly, can I drive?'

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He takes it slow, easy, it's almost gentle. His lips suck with featherlight brushes, his tongue only darts out occasionally to ghost over the skin. He wants this to be easy, comfortable, a relaxing and pleasureable time that just happens to feel good...it somehow fits with the day, the quiet around them, the peace of the panorama in front of them.

Which doesn't stop him start to bob his head a little faster on occasion, taking him deeper and then shallow again, slowing and then speeding, deliberately keeping him quietly off balance.

Off balance is what keeps him from thrusting up into Ramon's mouth and trying to get him to move faster. Instead he's as still as it's possible to be, letting him do what he wants, letting him take control.

"Oh, baby..."

There's something lethargic about it, and beautiful, and hot, and it's making Random moan.

He feels lethargic right now...or maybe that's not the right word. It's just that everything's perfect, and so is this, it would be wrong to rush it. So he's easy, and steady, settling into a pace that's about medium, not pulling too hard but a little stronger than before - and keeping his tongue away, for the time being. He brings a hand up though, to play over his balls and massage lightly, tracing soft lines over skin that he can feel tighten under his touch.

His entire body seems to be coiling under Ramon's hands, winding tighter and tighter, like a coil ready to snap, a slow tensing along his back, easily, softly, and inevitably.

He can taste chocolate in his mouth, though he's only had the one, and he's shuddering suddenly, because Ramon's hands are pulling him closer still. The sky is bright and the light is orange and shining across them, casting beautiful shadows on Ramon's skin, and he idly wishes that he had the camera on hand or could stop shaking long enough to focus properly.

He slides his mouth off the end, looking up at him with shining eyes. He loves doing this for him.

'Love the way you taste amarente...' And he's tilting his head to the side, fastening his lips on the sensitive spot under the head, and starting to suck at it directly. Still lightly, still slowly...but right there.

"God..."

He can't even begin to contemplate this, what's happening, how good this is, tries to think instead of christmas lists and Ramon's hair when it's wet(doesn't work, too sexy) and then the motorbike (the way he presses against Ramon's back when he's on it) and that's not it either.

He can't even gasp a warning, because his breath is gone, was gone the moment Ramon started this spectacular torture.

He pulls his mouth away, breathing for a short moment because he's aching prety badly himself. Then he leans back in, takes him deep and swallows once or twice...then pulls off him slowly, and hard.

Remembering doing this? Is going to get him all kinds of hot later on.

He returns his lips to where they just were, back on that spot. And this time he sucks harder, and flicks his tongue over it because he can feel Random pulsing and knows he's getting close.

He finally cries out, once, and then again, because Ramon's mouth and it's hot and he's almost there, and then Ramon's touching him, sucking him, hard and just where it's very best and it makes his body arch off the soft ground and his hands grabs for Ramon's hair, working his fingers through it and he's nearing the edge of his very own precipice and there...
Oh my dear God
I'm in love
So much
with
you
"Ramon!"

And he's falling back, shuddering while he comes, hands clenching, eyes unfocused and his lover's name on his lips.

Ramon had felt it coming, pulled his mouth over the top at the last moment to catch his release, swallowing easily. Then he lets him down slowly, licking him gently until he's calm and soft again. Then he sits up with a satisfied look, tucks him back inside his underwear and fastens his jeans again, all with a small smile.

And then he lies next to him, an arm over his chest, not saying anything but staring out over the sunset.

I love you...

Random doesn't stare at the sunset. Just closes his eyes, curls into Ramon, and moans softly, resting as much on him and as comfortably as possible.

Love you too.

"We should be getting back. When I can think again."

His arms automatically curl round him. 'Si.'

There's a pause and his eyes don't leave the view. And then he says, quietly, 'Just let me stay and watch a while longer, OK? Haven't seen it in so long...'

...might not again.

And it's quiet and they're together and this is heaven.

'...go soon. Just a bit longer.'

"As long as you want."

He does turn to watch, because this he wants to see.

"Of course. Lover."

So he watches, nuzzling into Random's hair from time to time, but mostly just staring with a deep sense of satisfaction.

Because he's home.

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