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

'Si. Sorry caro.' He kisses him apologetically, then catches the flicking fingers and kisses the tips of them too before releasing them.

'The prison is...small. My case hasn't gone to trial yet but I'm still in maximum security, because they know there's a chance I'll get out if I'm not. Hector and I were working on it before I came here.' He barks a laugh. 'We're wrangling, at the moment, about where I'll go to prison after I cut my deal. They want to send me to Minnesota - it's fucking freezing there. I'm demanding Florida. It's a deal breaker as far as I'm concerned but the lawyer is dragging his feet.'

The laugh fades. 'My life at the moment. There, anyway. If Hector doesn't get his act together then I'll have to talk, because they're pushing for the electric chair if I don't. I think they think they've got more on me than they have - there's a lot they don't know yet.' He sighs, because this is depressing, even when it's months in the past and there's a warm bed and comfortable arms to protect him from it right now. 'But to answer your question - Los Angeles. It's warm. September. Small cell on my own, at the end of a row of other small cells. I'm one of those they know they can't trust with general population, you see?'

And they're right not to. He knows that, Random should too.

"You make me proud, babe."

He has little to no sympathy for people who work in, and make their living off prisons. Because... well.

"And that sounds annoying. Small, too. And if you get back there, be some twist of fate, and you do need to get out? I will come for you."

He's instantly eased closer and Ramon kisses him gently. 'I don't deserve you, you know that?' A wave of gratitude sweeps through him though, a silent thank you to the air for letting him have this.

'It is small. But I know I get out, somehow. If I'm going to die, it's highly unlikely it'll be in there.' He chuckles. 'Unless I really manage to piss Luiz off. He's the District Attorney. Hates me with a passion but I haven't managed to get him to raise a fist to me yet. Bastard. Still - there won't be a way to reach you, I think. Unless the Trumps go with me but I doubt they will.' He stops suddenly and sighs. 'Can we not talk about it please? I told myself I wouldn't think about anything depressing until after Christmas is over - and I'm far too much in love with you to worry about things that are ages away at the moment.'

Ages if the door doesn't show up. If you don't leave, like you said you would. If...no. Not doing this. After Christmas. Everything can wait until then, everything.

"No, don't worry."

He turns, kissing him, and it's convincing.

"None of it matters. None of it. Here and now and happy, babe. Tell me about something else? Or ask me a question? There are so many little things I haven't got a chance to ask you, talk to you about. Start off easy:"

He smirks, teasing.

"Favourite sex position?"

Yes. It is convincing and everything's just fine. There's nothing that can't be pushed away when there's this much happy around.

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. 'That's a difficult one actually - there's quite a few we haven't tried yet, y'know? And they change depending on my mood. So I'll say...missionary when I want to make love to you, because then I get to give it to you but see your face as well. And when we're fucking?' He pauses to think, then adds, 'Of course I still love you when it's raw like that as well baby...but I like you from behind then. I can do it harder and watch what's going on.'

He reaches for another cigarette and lights it. 'Yours?'

He smiles, and presses his face into Ramon's shoulder.

"Mmmm. Gay missionary position sounds like an oxymoron, but there's definitely on the list. I also liked what we were doing in the lawnchair, even though the laws of physics dictated that we had to stop."

He's now contemplating positions they haven't tried.

"New question. Which one we haven't done would you like to try out?"

'Fucking physics.'

Yes. Because obviously the world would be so much better without it.

'Hmmm.' He laughs and puts his cigarette down, then gently turns Random in his arms to demonstrate, spooning him closely. 'One night I'm going to wake you up with this. Lying like this like we do sometimes and I'll just wake you up a little bit, so you're drowsy and then slip inside you. Been wanting to do that for a while.'

He releases him so he can move as he wants to. 'Also, I want to lie down one time and have you straddling me but facing away. That's a good one - you can lean back on your arms to keep yourself balanced and you'll have to rely on me touching you to get you off.' He nuzzles into his neck a bit, pressing his lips gently to his skin. 'Only if you want to though baby, of course. Nothing you don't want to do, ever.'

He holds him close, breathing in the scent of him for a moment. 'How about you? I'll do it any way you want.'

"Most definitely like this."

He's content to let Ramon hold him, keeping him close, sighing at the feel of lips on his skin.

"When it's your turn to surprise me in the morning. As for positions-- I think it's more a question of location for me. In the summer I'm going to ask you to hold me in the lake, you realize. I love feeling you in water like that."

'Mmmm...' There's a happy chuckle into his skin. 'I want you in the water. And we won't have to worry about people or noise or anything this time - no swimsuits either. It'll be fantastic.'

He kisses his neck again, enjoying the slight saltiness. 'I like you in the bath too, or jacuzzi. Floods the place, but it's still fantastic. And you realise that I'm still going to ambush you with a cockring sometime? I haven't forgotten. I just need to judge when you're up to it, that's all.'

"You promise and promise."

He rolls his eyes, and pushes back against him.

"But you never put out, love! What's a gent supposed to do?"

He'd even forgotten about it! There is much distress! And woe! Oh me, oh my, whatever shall we do? How tragic.

Obviously tragic! Ramon is quite devestated.

'Never put out?' He pokes him in the belly. 'Baby, I give it to you every day, more if you let me.' There's another kiss to his neck, accompanied by a faint growl. 'But make sure and tell me if it's not enough for you - I promise, you'll get as much as you can take. But if you still want to try that thing, you'll have to wait to be surprised. I'm telling you for a fact, you don't want it right now.'

He snorts and looks up at him with a glare.

"Which means you've lost it, haven't you? Left it behind somewhere. On the airplane, or the island we were staying at. Or was it hidden in the bar-room and I missed it packing?"

Sulk. Sulk sulk sulk.

He laughs and kisses him, then reaches over to his bedside drawer. A second later, proof that he hasn't lost it is right in front of Random's face and he's grinning triumphantly.

'You were saying? But baby, you don't want it. Not after you've already come once today - I swear, you'll pass out before you come again.'

Unless, of course, Ramon takes it off him before the end to make it easier. But that's cheating.

'Now stop teasing me, you're turning me on.'

Again. Of course.

"Oh, fine."

He's sounding very long suffering, and rather put out, but he's willing to accept it if Ramon's sure. Though he's very clearly examining it, then looking at Ramon contemplatively, then looking at it again.

And after a brief moment of thought lost to chocolate oranges, he looks up at him and answers:

"Hmmm. Really?"

Ramon eyes him. 'Am I really sure? Or am I getting turned on again?'

He puts the ring down, not at all sure that they shouldn't be using it right now. Because...hmmm. He likes hearing Random scream. But doesn't mention that, just leans on a bent arm and runs his other hand down the length of Random's body, pressing into him slightly with a lazy smile.

'What do you think? Hell, when am I not turned on around you?'

"Um?"

He's not really paying attention to the question. It's more a point of pushing back against him, trying to twist a little, because he feels very good when he's pressing against him like that and stroking him.

"Really turned on again, though I don't need an answer. Though you're cruel. Taking that thing out and teasing me with it and then putting it away again."

'Hey, I'm not the one who forgot about it to start off with.' He pushes against him again, rubbing slightly.

'I should think you don't need an answer.' He sighs, and leans over and kisses him. 'Seriously now. If you really want to, we can. If you'd prefer to wait, then you can choose what else you want to do. It's up to you on stuff like this.'

"Why?"

He swallows, looks up at him and attempts to become more coherent.

"Is it up to me? That doesn't seem very fair. Lets make it up to you, for once. You just gave me a lesson in preferred sex positions, and before that made me choose how you brought me off, and let me subject you to yet another of my many oddities."

He kisses him, moving back with him as he pulls away, till he's half on top of him.

"Your turn, babe."

Ramon tilts his head and looks at him curiously. 'Why?'

Isn't it obvious?

'Because you're the one that can get hurt here.' He runs a finger down his cheek. 'I've never done what you do, I don't know what hurts or not. And I don't wan't to hurt you.'

He looks away. There's another reason, but that;ll do for now.

"Baby."

He immediately rests a hand on his cheek, frowning at him, concern in his eyes and pulling himself closer, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"Being in control sexually and hurting me are two very different things. I trust you to stop if I tell you it's painful. That doesn't mean that if you're interested in something you can't ask to try."

He tries to catch his eyes, because really, it alright.

"I trust you. Implicitly. You know I do. And you've never hurt me in bed, other than a few nice bitemarks, and those are just too sexy for words, so I'm never complaining about that."

He takes a breath and tries to explain. 'Random...'

And this is stuff he's never really wanted to have to spell out. Only - it's kind of important that he does, he thinks. Because even if it's not something that Random worries about - he does.

He wraps his arms round him and looks into his face so that he can see he's not hiding anything. 'I know what I'm like Random. I know I'll never hurt you - but I have in the past, with others. You know I have. You know I've raped people. And because you know that - I don't ever want to get carried away one time and take control properly, without making sure you're OK with it...in case you start to doubt. You understand what I mean? It's all very well for me to rip your clothes off and take you hard, but most of the time I'll be wondering whether you think I've given you enough choice. I worry that you think I might not stop if you ask me to. If you didn't know about my past, then I wouldn't think about it so much - but you do.'

He sighs again and tucks some stray blonde hairs behind his ear. 'And I've got carried away with people before. Look at what I did to Roy. Could have killed him.' He lays a soft kiss to his lips, hoping he hasn't ruined anything. 'I don't want that to be you.'

"I don't know if this is a comfort..."

He glances up at him, sighing, and frowning very slightly.

"But only once in our entire sexual relationship have I ever found myself in a situation where I couldn't physically push you off, if I needed to. Scarves tear, and you're bloody strong, love, but I'm an Amberite. Physically speaking it's more about me not holding you too tight when you're on top of me. I worry that I'll break your ribs."

'I know that. It's not the issue here. I mean...' He breaks off and laughs, trying to ease some of the tension he feels. '...for a start, I'll certainly shout if you're getting near to breaking my ribs.

But being able to push me off - that's not the point, do you see? Because if we're ever at the stage where you need to push me off, then it's gone too far already. And I just don't want you to ever feel that it'll get that far, so I'm careful. Is that so bad?'

He shifts a bit and is quiet. Then ventures, 'So you're saying it's too tame for you, at the moment?'

"Christ, no."

He gestures vaguely, and sighs, dropping his head against Ramon's shoulder, because he needs to phrase this in a way that'll show Ramon the complaint that it isn't.

"I like rough sex. Of course I do. Some of my very favourite moments have been of you pushing into me hard enough that I'm seeing stars. But the unarguable best sex we've ever had has been slow and about touch, and... fuck it. I like sex with you. I wouldn't mind it rough, I love it the way we have it, and it never has been 'too tame' for me. Or too rough. Or- God, this sounds stupid."

Breathe.

His forehead connects with Ramon's shoulder. And from this position he offers a muffled:

"What about you? 'm too tame for you, baby?"

Ramon...starts to laugh. And lets the worry go because this is silly. Instead he folds his arms around the smaller body and pulls him so that he's lying on top of him. Then a kiss is pressed to his head and his voice is almost fierce.

'No! You're perfect.' He really is. 'And I love you and God, I love having sex with you, however we do it. I'll try and not worry about it so much, alright? And I'll make it rougher if that's what you prefer. Just...if you're starting to stress, stop me early, OK? Don't let it progress and then stop me, because I'll hate myself for not realising on my own. And the quicker you let me know there's a problem, the less I'll think you were worrying that I was about to rape you.'

Blunt, maybe. But he want's to be absolutely clear on this. Because any indication that Random isn't sure of his intentions, and he won't be able to do a thing without permission again, for a very long time.

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