latino_menace: (Cigar - Musing)
Ramon Salazar ([personal profile] latino_menace) wrote2006-06-13 04:19 am

OOM: Business taken care of


He's well used to sitting at home and waiting for news on how business has gone. It's been that way for a long time. This is different though, because this is Random out there and getting his hands dirty and while he knows that the man is good, it's still a worry.

So he's sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of Scotch and impatient fingers tapping on the tabletop. He knows Mal did her bit and is fine. But what of Random?

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Random's hands are clean. The wolf licked the blood off them.

But his bare chest, when he walks through the door, has blood on it. So does his face.

For a long moment, he stares at Ramon at the table, predatory and sharp, all thin muscles and sharp angles and glinting eyes in the dim light of the hallway.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
He feels alive. Like this is what he was born for. Like he's flying after a year on the ground.

Random stalks into the room, quick strides towards his lover, reaches for him and lets one hand rest on his shoulder before trailing across his back as Random circles him with a low laugh. The small turn ends with him slinging a leg across to straddle Ramon, landing face to face in his lap.

He's getting blood on Ramon's clothes. He doesn't care.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Fuck me."

He doesn't want to answer. Can't be bothered to answer.

"Now. Hard."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
He'll probably be tasting blood then. From what seeped through Random's shirt.

The Amberite leans back bracing his elbows against the table and moans in the back of his throat.

"Now. Take us upstairs. I want you handcuffed and straining under me."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
His arms go tight around Ramon's shoulders, leaving a smear of blood as he does but it doesn't matter.

His legs wrap around him too, and then his teeth close on Ramon's throat. It's possible he's trying to distract him.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Fucking better."

He nibbles on Ramon's bottom lip, stifling a laugh.

"Tie you up and ride you so hard."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd object if it weren't true."

His lips fasten back on Ramon's throat as they climb again.

"Got me all hot and bothered. Going to have your wicked way with me? Or let me have mine with you."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a scratch on me."

He says it with dark pride in his voice, as he runs his nails up Ramon's back and tugs him in close with his legs.

"Give me a few?"

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't understimate me again."

He arches against him, helping undress Ramon, thankful his own got abandoned in the bar.

"You'll see. The security tapes of their office are in the front hall. Get my fucking clothes off, I want you."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
If he weren't on a dresser, he'd wrestle Ramon to the bed. But he is, so all he does is raise himself as much as possible by bracing his hands.

"Please, please, please."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-14 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
His only reply is a needy sort of sound, low in the back of Random's throat and achingly desperate.

Starting to burn.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-06-14 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
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.