OOM: Business taken care of

[latino_menace]

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?

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[latino_menace]

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.

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"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.

[latino_menace]

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.

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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.

[latino_menace]

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.

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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.

[latino_menace]

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.

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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.

[latino_menace]

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...'

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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.

[latino_menace]

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.

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

Nothing else matters.

[latino_menace]

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.'

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"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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'Lot of blood,' he agrees, with his chest still heaving. And doesn't let go of him yet, just kisses him again because yum.

'Love you too.'

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"Not mine, I don't think. Unless you broke the skin."

He almost hopes he has, really, it doesn't bother him at all. Quite the contrary.

"Don't worry, kay? I'm good."

[latino_menace]

'Don't think I did.'

He'll investigate in the shower. For now, he just traces a finger down his cheek and kisses him once more.

'You're right, you are good.'

Very good. But Ramon lets him go and sits up with a sigh.

'Got to clean this shit off. Coming?'

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"Already did."

It's a horrible joke, really, and Random beams endearingly at him before squirming away and running for the shower with a laugh.

[latino_menace]

'Ha. Ha.'

He says, drily, but with a smile all the same. It's kind of hard not to when Random beams like that. And he follows him, of course, partly because he wants to hear about what happened tonight, and partly because he'll never pass up an opportunity to be close to his lover.

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He's ambushed when he comes through the door, drawn into a hug and kissed soundly, by a still-grinning Random.

"I feel like I've just woken up from an impossibly long nightmare."

[latino_menace]

Kissing is approved of, and returned with vehemence. He has to ask though, as he's a little confused,

'Why? I didn't realise you were in such a bad mood.'

He's not entirely sure what Random means.

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"Neither did I, really. But it's good to be me again. Mean and little and bloodstained and good in bed and not to be fucked around with. Good to be on top of it all again."

His arms wrap around Ramon, as he walks him towards the shower.

"I love the bar. Love it. I've been there over a year now, you know? But playing nice, it gets frustrating."

[latino_menace]

'Well, you've always been good in bed.'

Has to be pointed out, in case he was wondering. Ramon turns the shower on and steps in, tugging Random after him.

'I know how you feel. It's a pain in the ass not getting to do what you want.' He's hated the restriction, but the bar is better than the alternative at home at the moment.

'Why didn't you say so? There are a heap of things you can do in Texorami, as long as you promise me you're not going to do something stupid and get hurt.'

He watches the blood wash down from Random's hair, checking his throat to see whether he broke the skin or not with his biting.

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Random tips his head back, trying not to get any of the pink-tinged water in his eyes, which he closes against the spray.

"You do know how I feel. But baby, it's a little different. You do your best not to be violent. But people trust me. Rely on me. See me as a good, stable man on whom to lean. I'm not just not allowing myself, I'm living that way. Conscious decision, but still, it chafes."

Frustrating, frustrating.

"I will, however, take you up on that. I'll come to you when I want to do something, and if you need any precise work done ever, you have me. Consider the security tapes my resume, okay?"

[latino_menace]

'I think I'll have to have a look at these tapes,' he murmurs, squeezing shampoo onto his palm and rubbing it through Random's hair.

'They sound interesting.'

He's not kidding, they do. He's looking forward to seeing what Random did. As for comments about the bar, he shrugs one shoulder.

'Well, you chose to be nice. And you are nice, sometimes. There's just more to you than that but you don't show many people and they're stupid enough to not believe you when you tell them. I was just always myself there. Everyone knows where they stand with me.'