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

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."

He pulls a hurt face and rubs the poked bit of chest. 'Ow. And - no you don't. I'm willing to lay money on the fact that you don't.'

He can't seem to stop grinning today, at all. Strange that.

Still, the fruit is eyed. 'I didn't realise I was teasing you baby.' A finger is dipped in fruit juice and trailed along his collarbone. Then lazily licked clean. 'Mmmm. s'good. Not that you need seasoning, you taste pretty damn good on your own.'

"You're definitely teasing me. Especially last night."

He lies back, shivering slightly, trying not to let Ramon how much the feeling of him doing that, the sight, what it does to him.

"Keep doing that and you might make up for it?"

He snickers and coffee is set aside; another trail of juice is left from the centre of his chest to his navel. He licks slowly, gently, lathing his tongue warmly down his skin. And in between, he looks up to laugh and take on a mildly confused expression. 'Wasn't teasing you last night Random. You fell asleep on me.'

But that's OK. All day to make up for it now.

Liiiiiick...

"Aaaaaaaaah..."

That's a good thing to be doing.

"Baby... what are you doing? God, you're so bloody..."

He pauses, smirking softly as he looks up at him. His lips touch gently to his solar plexus, right where chest becomes the top of the stomach.

'Mmmmm? You want me to stop?' ...kiss kiss kiss... 'And what am I? Please tell me, I'm dying to know...'

Yep, still smirking.

"No, I don't want you to... mmm... stop."

He's breathing deeply, chest rising and falling under Ramon's touch, trying to focus because he's eating off his chest.

"I want you to know you're so fucking bloody terrific and oh God fucking hot."

He grins widely and licks a little lower before saying, 'I know,' and continuing slowly.

All about the modesty, this one, especially when it makes him laugh like this. He reaches out and snags a bit of orange, places it reverentially on his stomach, a perfect crescent round his belly button.

'And you? Are particularly juicy today.' He snickers happily into his skin, kissing off the juice and then using his tongue to hook the fruit into his mouth. 'And very tasty.'

Sue him, he's happy.

He squirms underneath him, muscles tensing as his tongue brushes across them.

"You're eating fruit."

And because 'off me' would be reduntant, and he wants to get a bit of his own back-

"Proud of you. Make you healthy... oh... yet."

He laughs, because he's got the upper hand here and isn't about to relinquish it.

'I like fruit Random. And you, Mr. Pizza, are hardly the person to lecture about health.'

More orange segments are picked up and placed on the soft skin at the base of his abdomen, running from his centre out to his sides.

'And anyway, I'm hungry.'

He must be. His tongue starts to glide down, lapping stray juice off him gently with the tip and occasionally lifting one of the pieces of orange. Not that eating is the point. The point is definitely to keep as much of his warm tongue in contact with Random's body as he can, for as long as he can.

And never once does he stray lower than he should.

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