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OOM: Home again

It's been a very boring two nights. And annoying too, in that while he tried to while away the time by reading or finalising things for the business in his head, his brain insisted on making him remember the last time he sat in this cell.

It's not that pleasant. Not claustrophbic, like Random gets. Just uncomfortable with the reminders.

But it's over now and he's in a jaunty mood as he walks free because there's home to go to and all other unpleasant things are locked out of his head until tomorrow. For now, and the rest of the day and night, he's just going to enjoy being with Random.

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"Bound to run out of skin, though."

His legs slide up, bare foot tracing down Ramon's side, just to keep as much contact as possible. Ramon's mouth makes his eyes flutter shut, and his head tip back.

"Do what you like. Touch me as you like."

'Mmmm, maybe. Find other things, better things. Then do it all again. Always.'

Every word is punctuated with kisses and touches, and when all the buttons are gone his fingers trace the length of every rib, circle his navel and down across his abdomen. When they're stopped by his belt he starts working on getting it off, because there's more skin under there and it needs to be loved too.

"I know."

He leans back, eyes comfortably shut, letting Ramon do what he likes. His skin feels like it's burning under his touch.

"Do this forever. Forever and ever. Missed you so much."

'You too, so much.'

When the belt is open, his mouth has almost caught up, it's presently slowly circling his belly button and following a light trail of hair downwards. Fingers though, warm and wanting, they tickle along the skin where it's white and sensitive, hopefully getting it nice and ready for the warmer ministrations of his mouth before it moves on to things that'll really get him going.

But for now this is gentle and easy and loving, and that's what he wants.

"I never understood why you always did this to me."

It's a mumbled confession, as his hand tightens in Ramon's hair, because he is loving all this, and he can feel Ramon caring, and all of it is blindingly perfect.

He pauses, rests his heat on his abdomen and looks up.

'What do you mean?'

Any number of ways that statement could be taken.

"Don't seem like the person to enjoy giving oral sex."

An apologetic hand winds in Ramon's hair.

"Now, of course, I know better. Known it since the first time you grinned up at me. Much better at this than I am. But the first time I nearly had a heart attack. Something like two days in, or something. Love it."

He grins and kisses the skin just above his groin.

'I never used to give it. Only occasionally. But I love giving it to you because I love making you feel good. Love your taste, love the way you strain and writhe.' He swallows, even more aroused by the thoughts.

'And you're perfect at it. But you don't have to. Don't have to do anything you don't like.'

And then he feels he's talked anough and starts to ease his briefs down, grinning up at him in anticipation.

He grins back, already dizzy at the sight of Ramon over him. Dizzy, so letting his head drop back.

"I enjoy it with you. Going to, later. Tonight. Going to sit you up and kneel between your legs now hurry up baby, please."

Already writhing. Already. Ramon hasn't even touched him. It's gorgeous. The one word that always runs through his mind. Gorgeous.

He takes his time. There's an obligatory moan though, at the sudden image of Random doing this to him. But it's put aside fo now as he slowly licks up his cock, hard and long, putting pressure on all the right places. And when he reaches the tip, he lets his lips sit there loosely while he hums, the slack hold letting them vibrate against his flesh wildly.

It may sound strange. But it should feel great.

It most certainly excellently gorgeously does, and Random lets out a low moan, that starts low in his throat and builds to almost a cry.

He fights desperately to keep his hips from thrusting, because he couldn't bear to have Ramon's mouth off him at the moment, so he clenches his teeth, and clenches his hands in the fabric of the couch and tries not to shout.

The moaning and internal stuggle only encourages him further and he does it again and again and again because anything that gets that sort of reaction from the man is a good thing. Then he raises himself on his hands and knees so he can get deep and starts working properly - still with care, still measured...but intense, taking him deep and swallowing round him, using his tongue artfully, moaning at the taste of him already and flicking over the tip when he comes back up.

Oh, for that, he just has to move, so he does, up, writhing, head tossing from side to side on the pillows, soft sounds escaping the back of his throat. Fuck fuck fuck fuck it's good and he says so, and incoherent stream of sound.

So good.

Ramon slows, eyes looking up at him as he stops his lips round the head. They squeeze carefully and he brings a hand up to circle him, tugging the flesh while his mouth and tongue manipulate the most sensitive parts.

He's aching himself but it's worth every second because he can't get enough of making him this crazy.

That prompts a rather undignified cry, and a thrash that nearly has them both off the couch with it's force. It makes him want Ramon off him and inside him and at the same time to keep going keep doing what he's doing and never stop, and of course, neither desire matters because he isn't nearly coherent enough to articulate either of them. Just gasps out another long string of babbled pleas.

He moans hard and his own eyes are desperate but he doesn't stop, just takes him deep again while he masages his balls, feeling them as they tighten and moaning again. This is really too damn good and Random is just perfect and...

...he stops. Hands quickly press on his hips and pin them down. And his tongue is snaking up the length again, playing round the head...and then finding the very tip and wriggling in, as fast and as hard and as tight as he can go.

A scream, and his hips are trying to thrust but they're pinned and he's trapped and God that feels good, as Ramon bloody well knows. It makes his eyes roll up in his head and his cry trail off when he runs out of breath, and he takes a short gasp to breathe out the warning "Gonna come." In seconds. His hand jerks in Ramon's hair again, and he repeats himself because Gooooooood...

And he doesn't stop because that's exactly what he wants and he moans again, stifled in his throat but there and God yes, come baby please come I want you to...

He renews his efforts, pinning him harder but pressing deeper, moving faster with his tongue.

And a deep, shuddering breath. It's let out in one last sound as he reaches the edge of his world and falls over it, coming with a shout and his hand clenching in Ramon's hair, before he's back to himself and releasing his head because he most certainly doens't want to hurt him.

His chest heaves for breath, because it feels too fucking good.

He grins, swallows the release and licks him back down gently until he's calmer.

And then, after only a brief hesitation, he lies down almost alongside him and rests his head lightly on his stomach, a hand reaching for one of his.

He never needs to hesitate. Random's arms circle him as best as possible immediately, as he keeps breathing, trying to make the sound steady, trying to calm his heart.

In truth? He really does like holding Ramon to him. Especially after a moment as tender as that. As this. As anything.

He figures Random doesn't mind. He's just trying to reconcile it in his own head, the fact that now he can be held, as well as hold. It's just weird for him, but he quite likes it. He does worry a little that Random doesn't but figures he'd say if it bothered him that much.

'You OK?'

"Love you."

Code for God yes.

"How you do these things to me, I just don't know. Now sit still, I'm basking in afterglow."

He laughs quietly against his skin and gets comfortable, feeling that this is alright.

'K. Love you too. Let me know when I should move.'

"Never."

He's squeezed just a little bit tighter.

"Never ever. Well, whenever you want that reciprocation of yours. Or my basking runs out. Mmm, you make me feel good."

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