latino_menace | OOM: Business taken care of

'It's always true, Random.'

Again, not complaining in the slightest. He grins as he negotiates their way upstairs and walks into the bedroom, depositing Random on top of the dresser and standing between his legs.

'You're the one all desperate, and you did all the work. You choose.'

His teeth tug on his earlobe and hands are roaming his body.

'Is any of this blood yours?'

"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?"

His answer is teeth closing on his neck and Ramon pulling him towards the edge of the dresser so he can press their bodies together as he leaves a mark.

'Too cute for an assassin. I don't mind though.'

He starts working at his shirt. Random like this is irresistible.

"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."

His answer is an indeterminate sort of noise because things like that can be talked about later. His shirt is thrown away and belt opened, before he starts pulling at Random's jeans while still trying to kiss him at the same time.

'Si. Want you too.'

It's awkward but he's determined not to be defeated by mere denim.

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."

It helps and Ramon yanks them down, getting them off one leg and then leaving them to their fate. He's too busy pressing against him and kissing him, a hand scrabbling in the top drawer for lube.

Bed later. For now, he wants to take him right where he is.

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.

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