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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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"All me."

His pants are worked easily down his hips, along with boxers because it's just easier that way.

"Mmmhmm. I'll take the blame for that. Now you have to keep talking. Don't care about what but what I'm doing here is art and you need to provide me with proper inspiration, okay?"

If he doesn't mind. Random doesn't, not really. Just starts gently licking at his skin, short strokes, and almost immediately lower, around his balls, but promise in every movement.

His breath hitches in his throat almost immediately and he smiles, idly watching what's being done to him. Always makes it hotter for him.

'Dreamt we were on your plane. I was in the front seat and you were on my lap, showing me what the things do. And...mmmbaby don't stop that...things progressed.'

Niiiiiiice dream. Very nice.

"In the air?"

He takes half a second for the startled querry. Then ducks down again with a smile and begins teasing him. Mmm, wonder what happens if he closes his mouth right there, and suck just a little. Lord knows it always makes him want to scream.

He gets a startled - and extremely pleasured - yelp.

'Oh Christ do that again...'

A moment to collect his breath.

'No baby, not in the air. At least, I don't think so. You were worried about being seen by other people, I know that much - but I slid your pants down, just enough and lifted you on to me...and then I woke up. Fucking dreams, always stop at the good bits.'

As he recalls, they'd managed to get good and hot first though. He grins, even as his eyes flutter closed and he moans again.

'Oh God you're good, keep going...'

He can't help but snicker at him, with a short "Sounds like fun. Promise we'll try it some time" and then his lips closing around the head of Ramon's cock. It feels good to be the one doing this for a change, and a belated New Years resolution is made. More often.

For now all he does is keeps his lips closed tight, and moan a little as he begins to slide down.

'Mmmmgood.' He's a little distracted and happy to let it go and concentrate on what's actually happening right now.

His hips start rocking, just a little, up into Random's mouth. Because it's so good, so tight and warm and slow. 'More, please baby more...' and just the most perfect thing in the world.

Hands come up to pin Ramon's hips, because it's just easier that way and he knows the man doesn't mind it one bit. Well, he says he does, but then again, Ramon says a lot of things during sex.

But yes, he does lower himself slightly, down, pulling hard, but still so carefully. Going to try to coax a few undignified sounds out of Ramon, this time.

If he keeps that up, he'll certainly get them. There's a long, drawn-out groan and an attempt to buck up into his mouth; another groan when he's thwarted.

'Pleasepleasebaby, faster! Killing me.'

He's tries to thrust again and whimpers when he can't.

Undignified sound number one.

'Baby!'

It isn't physically possible to laugh, at the moment, but he moans in amusement, and arousal, actually because holy fuck.

And then moans again, because that seems like a good idea, pulling up just as slowly, squeezing at uneven intervals as he goes.

Most definitely taking a mental snapshot every moment Ramon slips, even just a little.

Random moaning makes him moan and his mouth - Christ, the unevenness of it throws him off balance completely and makes him ache. The pressure never comes when he expects it to so it's always a surprise and now he's starting to squirm on the bed, trying to push up again and still whimpering when it's not possible.

'Please...'

Yes.

Random never did have much will power for teasing. More than Ramon, maybe, but never quite enough. A slight adjustment of angle and a quick hot slide down, then up, down, an easy rhythm. His hands slip off Ramon's hips, for a moment, as he braces himself, shifts his position, makes it easier and then just turns his attention to making Ramon feel as good as bloody possible.

He thrusts as soon as he's freed, crying out and sliding his hand back into his hair.

'Jesus...yesyes...si...Random!...'

Squirming properly now, all thoughts of dignity and pride gone as he's driven towards the edge that he's desperately trying to hold back from.

'Soon...soon, stop baby, it's soon...'

He remembers that Random doesn't like it. If he doesn't ease up, there'll be nothing he can do to stop himself from releasing.

He does what Ramon tells him, pulling back and climbing up him for a long kiss, thrusting his hips against him hard in the process. One hand slides down between them to settle with Ramon's cock in the v between fore and middle finger. It slides up his length, once, twice, again.

No reason Random can't finish it, even if he doesn't like the taste. And this way he gets to kiss him while he does.

He strains with the effort of keeping the orgasm in, there's a yell caught in the back of his throat that only comes out as a strangled and pained almost-squeal.

'Nonono stop!' He pleads it against his mouth, trying to kiss him and talk and stop himself thrusting into his hand at the same time. 'Can't yet, want to be in you, please...'

Although hell, this is painful to hold back from. Painful.

He does, with a dissappointed whimper, kissing Ramon furiously before pulling back and settling on his knees.

"Evil bastard. Couldn't just let me finish it and have that be it? Love you so much but God I want you to come for me."

A pained groan stops short in his throat. Ramon had been lying there, trying to hold back with his eyes closed and face screwed up in concentration - now they snap open and he's suddenly glaring at Random.

Do you? Not with fucking comments like that you don't...

And he quite deliberately reaches down between his legs, takes hold of himself and jerks rapidly...there's a choke, and he's coming within seconds, making no noise at all.

He lies for a brief pause, catching his breath and then stands abruptly and gets rid of the clotes that were still half on him, flinging them unceremoniously across the room.

'I'm going to sleep,' he mutters and barely looks at Random before climbing into bed and turning onto his side, looking away from him.

He sits still, unfeignedly horrified at the sudden... well, it feels like an attack. There's only the smallest of sounds as he turns over, and then a slight shift of the bed as he stands, and slips out the door. Out the door and down the stairs and onto his armchair to curl up and try to understand what he said?

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