OOM: Home again

[latino_menace]

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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[latino_menace]

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.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

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."

[latino_menace]

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.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

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?