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

"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.

"Hungry?"

He clenches his muscles, trying to keep his hips still, trying not to let this get the better than him.

"Hungry."

Oh fucking hell.

"Lucky me?"

He laughs softly against the jutting bone of his hip, then closes his mouth on it and starts to suck gently.

'Lucky? Depends on how you look at it meu doce.'

His mouth travels to his centre, just above his groin, and black eyes sparkle up at Random filled with endless amusement. 'It seems I've run out of oranges though, I guess I'll have to stop now.'

His hand scrabbles off for the plate, grabbing half a strawberry and offering it to Ramon with a shaking hand.

He doesn't place it himself. That'd be against the rules.

"This works? Please please please..."

Ramon takes the fruit with an attempt at surpressing the grin, but fails. There's a slight shuffling down the bed and he places it, very carefully, right at the base of Random's erection, resting on his balls.

And then...he contemplates it. Stares at it, frowning and blinking a bit. He takes a breath.

'...hmmm.'

Eyes flick up to Random's face. And incidentally, he leans forward to flicker his tongue lightly over the head of his cock. Just because.

'I'm not sure I really like strawberries Random.'

"Fine then."

He can play at this game too. The tip of the strawberry is slid into his mouth. Slowly. And with much savouring.

And then out again.

"You very very sure?"

His eyes narrow ever so slightly. He'd thought Random had a better grasp of the rules than that, his previous actions had semed to suggest it.

Fingers tap contemplatively on his stomach as he thinks. Then it would appear that a desicion is reached as he leans forward slightly and fastens his lips onto his erection. He sucks gently for about a minute and then releases him and stares up at him with a smirk.

'Eat that thing and I'll stop right now.'

He doesn't say he won't do anything else though. Because he has no intention of stopping until Random's a writhing mess underneath him.

He cries out when Ramon's mouth closes around him, and he keeps on, one stream of sound until his lungs are empty, and he has to choke in a breath.

Fine yes I will alright please yes alright please.

"...m'babe."

It's so much and so good.

He snickers and takes the strawberry back, placing it back in it's position. Because that is clearly where it belongs. And he nibbles and licks his way towards it, drawing it out for as long as humanly possible before finally, finally closing his mouth round it and letting his tongue hook it up into his mouth, running across his hot skin as he does so.

'Mmmm. I was wrong. I do like strawberries, especially served like this.'

"You... do, huh?"

He squirms, and tries to imagine something else to say but Ramon's right there and words are, for once, failing him.

"...lucky again."

Oh Christ is he lucky.

'I think perhaps it's your lucky day Random.'

Both of ours. And yesterday. Gave me a paperclip yesterday...

'So maybe I'll let it stay that way, sí?' Another idle lick down his cock. 'Tell me what you want Random. Just this? Or everything? I'll give you what you want baby.'

And while he makes his mind up, there is more teasing with lips and tingue. Obviously.

He doesn't answer, because he's not hearing, writhing, thrusting his hips up.

"Babe, baby, don't stop don't please don't stop."

And then, long moments later, registering the question, he groans, and squirms again because how is he supposed to choose?

"...what you want?"

He's very glad it took him a while to hear because mmmm, he tastes good and the writhing gets him as hot as always. But he's also determined that Random be forced to choose because he wants him to get whatever he desires right now.

'No, your choice. Anything you want today. Love you Random.'

He doesn't stop licking and sucking at him, but it's tempered, waiting to see what he says. He's certainly feeling hot enough to give him everything but he won't if he doesn't want it.

"Fucking take me."

It's almost another cry, and he's still thrusting, because even if he knows what he wants, he just can't not move.

"God babe please love want you so much."

And he does, with every fibre of his being.

"Please?"

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