latino_menace | OOM: Business taken care of

He has one hand wrapped through Ramon's hair now, and a smear of blood down his jaw that makes his eyes look brighter somehow. Hazy, lost, needing.

"I want you."

He smiles and it's a touch feral, a little wicked. Random wants it, he's going to get it.

Trousers are dropped and kicked away, lube is smeared on and the tube tossed towards the bed. And a hand in the centre of Random's chest pushes him backwards, so he can hook a leg over his shoulder and press against him.

'Ready?'

His only reply is a needy sort of sound, low in the back of Random's throat and achingly desperate.

Starting to burn.

And he laughs as he pushes into him, his eyes on Random's face as he fills him as deep as he can, pushing close, forcing Random's leg to stretch as he leans forward to kiss him hard.

There's blood on the smooth chest, smeared down his jaw, some dried in his hair Ramon's fingers play with it as he moans and kisses him again and starts to move forcefully, slow but hard and deep.

There's blood in Random's mouth, the taste of it, at least. It might be his imagination but he can feel it, he thinks. Likes it.

His legs shift, making room for Ramon to push close, and his back curls so he can kiss him better. There's no leverage from this position. It doesn't matter.

He straightens with a grin, pushing Random back to lean half along the dresser and a bit on the wall too, because the angle is weird but whatever, it still works. He doesn't stop moving, speeds up, wanting to see the adrenaline in Random drive him nuts.

He won't have long to wait. Random is making desperate, sharp noises on every thrust and his legs are clenching tight with pleasure.

Faster, his body begs, harder. Can't get enough.

A little faster. A little harder. And he stands over him, pushing into him, watching his face as he curls a hand around his cock and starts to lightly play over the top with his thumb.

'Like seeing your face.'

You smell of blood. It's dirty.

I fucking love it.

"Fuck" he breathes, word barely audible, and his hips jerk under Ramon's touch.

Fuck, this time not out loud, because he's groaning out a low moan through gritted teeth.

Bite me, mark me, take me hard, harder, want you, want you, want you now!

No harder, not yet. He will, but not yet. For now he just keeps going, hard thrusts that are still slow and deep, so he can play with him and tease him out of his mind before he fucks him to screaming point.

Finger tickle under the head, trying to wind him further. His eyes don't leave his face.

Random growls at him, and grabs awkwardly for Ramon's arm, trying to draw him in closer.

His eyes don't close. They stay open and wide and full of lust and blood.

He pulls the leg off his shoulder, letting it wrap round his waist instead. And then leans in to press against his body, hold him tight and spend a good minute or two making the dresser slam into the wall from fast and frantic fucking.

'Mmmmm fuck!'

He cries out, because it's what he wanted (needed) and there isn't a thing better in the world. Not when he feels like this, needs like this, and has it, immediate and hot and inside him.

"Yes. Yes. God."

Ramon growls and bites into his throat, taking no care to be gentle because he knows it's not what Random wants.

He slows after those few minutes though, and pulls out of him, though he stays close and kisses him.

'Bed.'

Imperative that he should be there right now.

Yes.

Assassin's grace, and Random's off the dresser, grabbing for the top drawer and and pulling out the handcuffs with incredible ease for someone practically blind with lust.

Now the bed. Now, Random wrestling Ramon onto it, pressing against him and kissing him hard.

He wasn't expecting it but isn't complaing, loving it in fact. He wraps one arm around Random and tries to snatch for the handcuffs with the other. He's too busy kissing to see what he's doing though, and only manages to get a finger to them.

'Mmmnf!'

This could mean anything, really.

It could. Random can't decipher it so he ignores it, choosing instead to pull Ramon up to the top of the bed and handcuff him neatly before leaning down to kiss him.

"Mmmmm."

This could, in theory, mean anything too, however clearly doesn't. Nothing but lust in it, lust and possession. His eyes rake appreciatively over Ramon. The message is clear.

He grins, not at all minding being handcuffed. These days, he loves this kind of thing.

'Like what you see? Come on Random.'

Invitation, hurrying him along, want, need, desire, lust. All there, all loud and clear.

More lube first, slicked roughly over Ramon without much pause at all because he can't bear this.

"You know I do. You're like earth and fire."

He slides up him, placing both palms flat on Ramon's chest, bracing himself up on his knees over him and remaining like that for a moment, just looking.

'Earth and fire?'

He grins.

'Dirty and hot then? I can live with that.'

He wants to grab him, pull him down onto him and keep him there, fuck him hard and make him yell. The handcuffs are frustrating and he rattles them a little - but the edge they add is well worth it. Wanting to touch and being denied is agony, but in a good way.

He stares up at him now, trying to arch up to encourage him down.

'C'mon. I want you. So sexy like this, come on baby...'

"Solid and burning, dark and passionate."

He does sink back, then, tossing his head back as he does and groaning as they slip together. For a long time, he's still like that, except the shudders rocking through him.

'If you...ohJesusChristyes...say so, baby.'

God, it's good. So so so good and Random not moving is torture. He squirms underneath him, desperate to try and get friction, slide closer, make each other yell.

"I do."

He doesn't move, not really. Just plays, for a moment, drawing his fingers up and down Ramon's chest, predatory glint back in his eyes. He clenches and unclenches his muscles, and tries not to shudder again at the slight movements.

"Fucking superb."

Clenching. Jesus, clenching. Ramon closes his eyes and tries not whimper, though the pleasure swirling through his abdomen is insisting that there be movement right bloody now!

'Ah, shit, s'good. Don't tease, come on. You want fucking, lets fuck.'

Too gorgeous not to have. Sweaty and bloody and high on life and eyes shining like that...fucking work of art.

"Yes."

It's too good to resist. Too easy to reach down and curl his hands in the covers, raise himself up, and thrust back down onto him with a keening moan. And again. And again.

"Yes," again, drawing the word out in a hiss of pleasure.

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