latino_menace | OOM: Dinner

'No, not yet.'

Couldn't stand it to be now. One more night first.

He tilts his head to the side, sliding his hand up Random's cool shoulder to bring it to rest on his neck, his thumb brushing his cheekbone. The kiss is soft and sweet, a little insistent. A precursor to love; love that he'll put everything into in case it'll never be the same again.

Yes, it will. It has to. Random won't let it not.

"Of course."

He slips his hand low, between Ramon's legs, touching him gently, exploring. His breath is quiet. The room is quiet, except the whirr of cheap air conditioner.

So Random touches Ramon, delighting once more in the feel of him.

He lets out a long, slow, breath, not moving at first. Just letting Random touch and feeling the stirring of arousal low in his belly. It's nice to feel something so familiar, it grounds him in the here and now - he knows what to do with this.

He tilts his head again, brushing his lips over Random's neck until he finds the pulse point, which he kisses. And his own hand wanders over the man's stomach, and lower, starting to return the touch in kind.

Casual kisses, pressed up and down Ramon's skin, just soft as his hand plays. Meaningful kisses. He loves every part of him. Every single inch.

"I'll love you forever."

A soft noise, and Ramon moves to kiss round his neck to his throat, tracing the skin with his lips as his fingers glide below and seek a reaction that matches his own.

Promise?

Pride won't let him say it.

'You too.'

She won't change that. No one can.

"Forever and always."

He's breathless now, whispering into Ramon's skin, hips thrusting.

"Going to fall..."

Because he's dizzy, wanting, and tired.

'No you're not.'

As if he'd ever let that happen. Still, he's reluctant to take his hand away, reluctant to lose the touch that's making his heart beat faster. So there's another moment of slidepresswant, another soft noise of need...and then he's pulling himself away and taking Random's hand off him so he can lead him through to the bedroom.

'Lie with me for a bit. Just want you against me.'

"Let me keep going. Please, let me keep going."

He lets Ramon walk him, following easily, tugging him towards the bed. Pulling him down too, kissing his jaw lovingly and sliding down onto the bed on top of him.

"I want you. Let me make it feel nice."

Ramon quirks a smile and nips gently at his jaw, running his hands down his back.

Always give you what you want.

'If you like. I want to make it nice for you too though.'

"Not yet."

Ramon's hands make him sigh, and his hand sets to work again.

"Writhe for me. Want to see you looking perfect. Writhe for me, please?"

Pressure, just so, insistent. Then Random's fingers forming a V shape and teasing along him. Anything. Everything. Whatever it takes to make Ramon feel good.

It doesn't take much when it's Random doing it. But he doesn't push it or force it in any way. He just lies back and relaxes, revelling in Random's weight on him and the feel of his skin under his hands, letting the pleasure rise in its own time.

But no, it doesn't take long. Random knows exactly what he likes, exactly where to touch, the right pressure, the right balance of teasing and purpose.

Will he learn how to do that to her?

And so he shifts, relaxation turning to tightening muscles and groans and pushing into the hand and writhing.

He's biting his bottom lip, expression almost shy, full of wonder, watching Ramon's face as his hand glides smoothly over him.

It is easy. Wonderfully easy. Beautiful to see as Ramon begins to move. Random presses a leg forwards, between Ramon's, rubbing against him and whimpering into Ramon's skin.

"So hot. So perfect."

'Mmmn.'

He tries to still, tries to make himself grasp at Random's wrist and pull the hand away because he'd be planning on doing this to him, to show that this was going to be fine and...well, everything. But he just can't bring himself to just yet, because it feels good and he needs it more than he'll ever admit.

He'll take it as far as Ramon will let him, making soft sounds against his shoulder now and pushing harder with his leg, twisting against him and rubbing in turn because it's too good not to.

"Lover mine."

The hands stop aimlessly running over him and find his hips, pressing his body down onto him and pushing up to meet him, giving Random something more solid to rub against. His own hips rock into the touch now, rhythmic and faster, more insistant.

'Mine too.'

She's not getting you. Won't let her take you away.

"Yes, yes."

He slides up, thrusting against Ramon's skin, hands clutching him tight. Low sounds are dragged from the back of his throat with each push forwards and he kisses Ramon. Just his lips against him, just brushing contact, a silent message.

Always be yours. No matter what, you have my soul.

'Love you,' he gasps out, the awful evening melting away under the power of heat and friction and pleasure. He presses a soft bite to Random's neck, just the slightest pressure, and moans his name into his skin.

He should make him stop so he can calm down and do this properly. He just doesn't know if he can, it's too good.

He doesn't want him too, either. Just slides lower so he's against him perfectly, and wraps a hand around them both.

He feels like a teenager, fumbling with his boyfriend, desperately and quickly.

"Yes, yes, please come for me, please."

That's just perfect and he can't stop himself. It is like being a kid again, unable to wait and just needing to keep touching and nothing matters but that. So he stops trying to hold it back and just lets go, gripping Random tightly and crying out in pleasure as he comes.

Perfect!

Random joins him, the instant he shouts, tensing, hand tightening and then going limp as he slumps against him in pleasure.

He stays against him, just resting, breathing in unison with him.

It's a good thing he doesn't want to pull away because Ramon's not planning on letting go of him any time soon. He just holds him, letting himself float back down and not feeling any need to talk. He's not sure there's anything left to really say. Not until tomorrow, when he leaves.

"I love you."

He drops his head to Ramon's shoulder, resting there and breathing into his skin. The room is still hot, the air conditioning still noisy, the paint still chipped and the carpet still stained, but it doesn't matter at all.

'Good.'

Ramon smiles and strokes through his hair, before kissing his head.

'Love you too.'

He stares at the ceiling, trying to work out if things are better. And comes to the conclusion that...they're much the same. Sex is a good distraction but the weight in his chest is still there, the dread of the next day hasn't gone anywhere.

A little better, maybe. Because Random's in his arms and they can touch each other and that always helps.

"Are you losing circulation?"

He shifts to try to make it more comfortable, for the moment, at least.

"Tell me if it gets bad."

Any amount of care he can give, any little thing, it's worth it. He'd do anything for him right now.

'No. It's fine.'

He's not. But even if he were, he wouldn't move him. Random lying full against him is something he'll never move away from, it's too comfortable.

'Are you alright?'

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