latino_menace | OOM: Business taken care of

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.

He's torn between being desperate to watch him and needing to drop his head back because the sight is too nice. He settles for not looking in the end because he can hear him and that's just as good, just as dizzying as Random thrusts back on him over and over and over and he's helpless to stop him, or help or speed up or anything. All he can do is moan and push back up, hoping that he'll have mercy.

The sounds build as Random moves harder, thrusting back onto him, eyes clenched tight shut now.

Harder, faster, more than a human could but still careful; he doesn't, can't stop.

The relentles pounding down on him is driving him out of his mind and his wrists strain against the handcuffs, he tries to lean forward to kiss Random but can't reach and can't stop crying out to as him. So he just watches now, has to look...

...at sweat causing blood to run, eyes shut and gorgeous hair dropping over his forehead, muscles straining. A few seconds examining him and Ramon is thrusting up hard, breathing his name and watching every mood he makes, every expression on his face. Hot and so beautiful.

Now he does have blood in his mouth, running down his face and caught on his tongue when he licks his lips. Ramon'll have a taste of it too, when Random bends to kiss him till he's short of breath, then straightens again to continue moving.

He's letting out cries, now. Needy, still. Desperate. Passionate.

Blood on his lips, in his mouth, smearing over his skin like sin and sex and memories of a fight he didn't participate in but ordered all the same.

'Si. si, Random, love you...'

He's pulling at the restraints, desperate, on fire.

He reaches down, pins Ramon's arms still, and looses him before wrapping tight around him with a lasting scream.

Close, close, close.

One more thrust, two more, and it's a matter of seconds now.

Yeeees!

Ramon reaches between them to grasp firmly and start to tug, wanting Random to lose himself first, wanting to see it and feel it and hold him while he lets go.

'C'mon baby, I've got you, let loose...'

His back arches, his head falls back, and for a moment he can't think, see or breathe. He comes with a breath that's almost a sob.

Aftershocks ripple through him, and he gasps hard, trying to catch his breath and stop the world from spinning.

Random arching, clenching, he head back and streaks of red and pale skin and muscle and the ridge of collarbone that e can see as he looks...Ramon stiffens, losing control, coming as Random slumps with a silent yell of pleasure that he has no air to voice.

He practically tumbles off him, and forwards to climb up and kiss him messily, just needing to be near.

Nothing else matters.

Mmmm, messy kisses. He does so love them. Especially when he can't catch a breath, like now and Random's just making it harder by being so insistent and gorgeous.

'Jesus. You need to do that more often.'

Sex like that, or do the things that got him in the mood. One or the other or both, his choice.

'Mmmm. Perfect. Fuckin' great.'

"Good. Shower."

And new sheets, but he can do that himself, the shower they need two for.

"Now please. Love you. Sticky everywhere."

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