latino_menace | OOM: Haven. Post-wedding (both of 'em :D)

They do have very good business in trying to move away.

If he'll only stay still long enough... Random's now down and underneath the blankets, and smiling and then.

Ooooh, wake up call.

There is no movement. Except...there is. And then more, and shifting and...

...eyes shoot open. Yes they do!

'...Random?!'

There is much blinking and a look of abject 'wtf?!' on his face - but hey, he's not complaining or anything. Quite obviously.

That's good. Random'd be quite upset if he complained at a moment like this.

But there is a vague sound of greeting, more of a murmur or a humm than anything coherent.

He flops back to the pillows with a moan and a hand reaches down to bury itself in his hair.

'Hell. Wasn't expecting that. Keep going baby...'

Random is, for once, obliging. As if he had any intention of stopping anyways.

His hand, one, because the other's braced, keeping himself balanced, comes up to tease and he sucks hard.

Keep touching me, babe. To have and to hold.

This was a completely unexpected surprise and, as such, quite disarming. Ramon is already rocking up into his mouth, groaning with the feeling, splaying his hand on the back of his head and adding a little pressure to silently let him know not to stop.

'Oh God, you're incredible...'

He has no intention of drawing things out too far, for him. He's content to just duck down, then pull up again, sliding in a quick, demanding rhythm. And he continues. Hard, and right there, and for as long as Ramon can stand. Again, again, again, just to make him feel good.

Because Ramon just needed a morning surprise. Really, he did.

He's rocking harder, moans spilling from his mouth and an almost frantic look in his eye. He pushes the blankets away so he can see and cries out the second he starts watching, because it always drives him nuts to see this.

'Jesus Random...fuck...'

He tries not to push back too hard but it's hard to stop and muscles are starting to clench already because it's so good.

'Nearly there, nearly...JesusRandom!...'

He glances up the moment the blankets are lifted, and moans at the sight of Ramon like that, and moans again, because Jesus...

...come, Ramon. That's why I'm touching you.

Babe, I love you.

Ramon can't take his eyes off him, this man he loves so much. He doesn't force or fight the pleasure that swirls through him, lets it gather at its own pace, feeling it muster and harden until his hips are bucking fast but he doesn't move his eyes from Random because he can't.

It doesn't take long. His body goes rigid and he thrusts once more, hard, and he's there, coming with a shout of 'RANDOM!' which tapers off into a drawn-out groan of satisfaction. He releases his head and flops back to the mattress, chest heaving.

And Ramon pulls off him with an equally satisfied sound, turns slightly, spitting quietly into his hand and wiping it on the blankets at the foot of the bed, then climbing up to lie next to him, dropping his head onto the heaving chest.

"Good morning."

Ramon had been watching out of the corner of his eye and is now a little confused. But he doesn't say anything for the moment - it's hard enough to breathe at the moment - although he resolves to ask in a little while.

'Mmmm mornin' baby.' Arms go round him and he grins, thinking of yesterday. 'What did I do to deserve that?'

"Aren't I allowed to treat you special just for being yourself?"

He mock-pouts.

"Or must I have an ulterior motivation for everything."

Which is Random-language for:

Paperclip.

Oooh, pouting lips! They get Kissed!

'You're an Amberite baby.' That should say it all, but he's just kidding around. 'And God I love you.' He laughs, just for the sheer pleasure of being here with him, holding him in their bed.

'I really want to go and make you breakfast so you can eat before I repay the favour, but I don't know how to. Coffee though?'

"Coffee, please."

He flops onto the bed, alright with the teasing because Ramon doesn't and won't mean it.

"But come back soon, I'll get lonely."

'Mmmm, won't be long.'

He gets up and pulls some jeans off the floor. There's a brief struggle before he determines that they're Random's, which is why they're tossed away with a sour look because no one should be that skinny. He finds his own then leans over him and kisses him once more before heading to the kitchen and flipping the coffee machine on. A root around the cupboards produces some fruit so he grabs that as well and ten minutes later he's back in their bedroom. He hands a mug over, and assorted fruit, and then gets rid of the jeans and slides back in next to him, kissing him lightly.

'There you go. Not long enough to be missed.'

"Well, that's subjective, isn't it?"

The fruit plate is set on the bed next to him, and he moves slowly when he kisses him so as not to upset the dish or spill the coffee.

"But thank you so much. This looks fantastic."

'Well, not the same as a wake-up blowjob but I'll make up for that in a while.' He smirks and lies on his side, propping his head up in one hand while he sips his coffee.

And then he says, 'What was that about though baby? The spitting. You've never done that before.' His tone is completely mild, he's just asking. If Random doesn't want to swallow it doesn't bother him. He's curious though.

"Never really done that in a position where there wasn't a mess we shouldn't have, either."

He sounds... mildly embarassed that Ramon noticed. And pulls close so he can hide his face in Ramon's shoulder.

Ramon chuckles and puts his coffee down so he can stroke through his hair, then tilt his head up to kiss him softly.

'Random...do you not like it?'

It had never occurred to him that he might not, he hadn't thought to ask. But now he's curious.

"I like you while I'm doing it."

You can almost hear him blushing.

"But. The idea of... I prefer not to swallow, if you don't mind."

Ramon starts to laugh, just quietly. He traces a finger down the madly blushing cheek, then kisses it, then his lips again.

'Baby...' He breaks off to chuckle again. 'You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Sure, I'd be disappointed if you never wanted to touch me like that but if it's just the swallowing you're worried about - of course I don't mind. If you don't like it then I'm not going to force you.'

He kisses him again, still laughing a little. 'Love you baby. You get anything you want - and this is no big deal, OK? Don't be embarrassed.'

"I just sort of got used to forgetting to mention it."

He's now looking rather more sheepish than embarassed.

"So long as you don't mind."

He is kissed soundly and decisively. 'No. I don't mind, I swear.'

That sorted, he picks up his coffee again and takes a sip before grinning wickedly. 'You're cute when you blush.'

"I hate you."

He's poked squarely in the chest.

And he picks up a piece of fruit, eating it delicately.

"You call me a tease."

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