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

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?"

'Sí!'

He crawls up his body, kissing all the way and taking his time to reach his lips...once there, he moans into his mouth, one hand reaching for lubrication so he can have him as soon as humanly possible.

He applies it as fast as he can with one hand, steadying himself with the other and still nibbling at Random's lips, kissing lightly and in between murmuring words of want. 'Anything you want, anything, always, love you, I want you Random so sexy get anything you want...'

He whimpers the entire time, hands reaching, clutching, trying to help Ramon spread the lube because it doesn't hurt to touch him, in fact he loves doing it, and wants to get him hot before he takes him.

"Love, love, love."

And please, too, though he's not articulate enough to say it.

He is hot. Seeing Random moan and writhe and whimper and clutch at him...it makes his breath stick in his throat, makes him groan, makes him ache and long to be inside him. He closes his eyes at the feel of Random's hands on him, then gently pulls them away because he's ready, they both are and he wants him!

He positions himself carefully, taking Random's hands and placing them on his shoulders. And then leans down for another kiss before pushing forwards and taking him, hard but careful as well because as always, he wouldn't hurt him for the world.

Not for the world, for any world, for anything in them and Random knows it and it makes him moan again, as his eyes flick open, looking up at Ramon, breath catching, because he's just inches from him.

"Now move fast take me Ramon please."

Having Ramon inside him is nearly too much, and he's crying out again, and again, when he begins to shift.

"Lover..."

He rocks into him immedately on hearing him speak, hard and fast and in a steady motion that shows just how much he needs him right now. There's no more teasing or playing, he's too turned on for that - nothing gets him hotter than Random saying he wants him, nothing.

So he's moaning, kissing his throat, wrapping his arms round and underneath his body so he can gather him up and hold him close, crying out softly into his neck.

'Love you. So much. God baby...'

He lets Ramon hold him, lift him, crying out while they shift, back arching, crying out again, tilting his face up to kiss him.

Ramon's thrusting into him, and Random's body jerks with each motion, almost shouting because hell, this feels good.

"Ramon."

He can feel Random pushing against him every time his body jerks and he wants to touch him properly - but not yet, not yet. So he just slides a hand up and cradles the back of his head, tangling fingers in the hair and leaning in to kiss him gently as he moves harder, more frantically.

'So good, so good...'

He doesn't need to touch him yet, Random's more than happy to let him hold tight, half off the bed, with arms behind his back, pinned by thrusting hips and heavy shoulders, and the weight makes him squirm, and the writhe, and cry out again.

Ramon hasn't touched him, but he's been teasing him for what seems like... God, simply far too long.

'Talk to me baby - do you like it, is it good, are you OK?'

He knows he is, knows he's loving it, he can hear him crying out but he needs a distraction, needs to have words to focus on to stop him just reaching down and finishing him off because God, he wants to feel him shaking in his arms right now, so much. But he's trying to hold him off it, even as he thrusts in a little faster because he has to. It provokes a deep groan and he kisses him again, anything to take the focus away from how good the pressure in his groin feels.

"This... baby it's so good so good so much oh God Ramon babe..."

And yes, he's loving this, every moment of it, every thrust, every breath, his heart is beating fast, he's still looking at Ramon, desperate.

"Baby, lover, want you so good it hurts baby please just let me come please please want to killing me oh God oh God oh fucking God..."

He can't hold off, Random begging him is too much. He kisses him once more, just briefly, then tips his head with the hand still holding the back of it.

'Watch...'

He wants him to see what he's doing to him as he reaches down and starts playing lightly, teasing gently over the head of his cock with his fingertips. 'Nearly there Random, hold on just a little bit longer, want you to feel good for as long as I can make you...'

And he's sobbing for breath, muscles straining, legs trying to wrap around Ramon's, trying to draw them that much closer.

It's not working, and he's not going to look away, because Ramon's asked him not to, and he's going to do what his lover wants, especially now and here and after everything.

"Christ...make me? Oh lover lover lover mine please."

Ramon strains once, hard, and manages to hold back but it takes everything and the restraint is painful in the groans that pull from the back of his throat...and it's almost over and Random's watching and that alone is enough to end it all. But he just says it again, once, 'Watch...'

...and wraps his hand around his cock properly, jerking him hard and as soon as he feels the way he's straining in his hand , that's it, he's lost control, coming hard inside him with his whole body jerking and yelling out into his neck because it just feels so good...

And Random joins him with a scream and a twist in his arms, long, and hard, and falling apart in Ramon's arms. And then slowly gathering back together, pieces of himself sliding back into place as he shudders through aftershocks, blinking hazily up at him because...

"...Holy Fuck."

And he's still breathless and his body is unsteady, and his heart is calming, and he's pressing tight against Ramon's chest.

"Lover mine."

'...mine.'

He can't breathe for a long moment, has to little struggle to get air into his lungs. But he hangs onto Random throughout, feeling him pressed against him, using his presence to ground himself.

And when his mind has calmed a little he just wraps his arms round him, keeping him close so he can whisper to him, 'Yours. Always. I love you.'

He's not even surprised by the complete honesty. The time's come and gone for anything less than it, and last night removed any lingering of doubt there might have been.

And anyway, when you're shaking in your lover's arms, you tell them how you feel. You just do.

"Yes."

And for once it is that simple, though people would say it shouldn't be, it is. And if he ever doubts it, he'll have a small tooth in his pocket to remind him of it.

"Most certainly. Oh, baby."

He lies them down and, because he's on top, it's his head that rests on Random's chest for a moment, his arm that falls across his waist.

But he's never been comfortable with things like that, even though - and he'd never admit it, ever - sometimes he thinks it might be nice. So he shifts, rolls on to his back and stares at the ceiling, breathing slowly calming.

'You're amazing.'

"Come back here?"

He tugs at him, then shrugs, and settles with rolling so they can spoon.

Which is just as comfortable, really.

And then:

"Oh bloody hell what happened to our fruit?"

He chuckles, pulling him tight against him because he wants him near.

'Don't know. Don't care either. Didn't I eat it all? I should have done, you're pretty when you beg.'

There's a snicker into the back of his neck and he strokes through his hair. 'What do you want to do today Random? After you've woken up I mean.' Because Random always falls asleep after sex, which he finds endlessly amusing. 'We going to the bar later?'

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