latino_menace | OOM: Dinner

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OOM: Dinner

Ramon is so glad to get out of the museum because there's only so much culture a man can take, especially when you can't draw attention by exhibiting 'inappropriate' behaviour. Dinner's booked at an upmarket resturant a couple of miles away and he's quiet for most of the ride over. Just takes Random's hand in the back of the darkened limo and watches the city go by.

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Well then,' he says with a small laugh, as he takes the lube from him.

'I suppose it's a good job I want to as well then.'

And he does. Has to, really. It's the only thing left.

"Wonderful when plans like this come together" he mumbles, teasingly, loosening his legs so Ramon can have room.

"Serendipitous."

He loves him. Nothing else in his mind but that.

'Anyone would think we were made for each other,' he says solemnly, as he kisses Random's throat and flips the lid of the tube open.

He loves him too. It's not the only thing on his mind, but he does love him.

"Oh please."

His legs spread on the bed, and his back arches slightly.

"Please, quick, lover."

He frowns in confusion at the sudden need, but doesn't question it. He just nips at his jaw and spreads lube where it's needed, kissing him again as he does.

On a whim, he kneels between his legs suddenly, looking down at him and letting his eyes travel over Random's prone body. It's thin, as it always has been. Light skin, defined muscle. He knows every part of it, but he takes the time to look properly again. Just in case.

And when he's sure that he's seen it all, he bends to place a soft kiss on his stomach, before leaning forward, taking his weight on one locked arm and gently guiding himself inside his lover's body.

The sudden need is a return of the panic, the leaving mantra in his head. But the touch is welcome, wanted, needed and when Ramon pushes inside him he makes a glad sound.

"Come closer."

Ramon pushes into him as far as he can, looking down at him as he moves slowly. Random always looks (beautiful) great when he does this, he'll never tire of it.

At the instruction, he nods and leans to kiss him, before laying gently down along him and covering his body.

'You look so good.'

"You feel so perfect."

His head tips back on the sheet.

"Love you. Just. Hold on."

Lying inside him, on top of him, touching his hair and making slow love to him, Ramon thinks that Random feels pretty damn perfect himself.

'Love you too.'

Can't say it enough just now. Just can't.

'I'm not going anywhere. You know where I'll be.'

"All that'll keep me going" he confesses, quietly, brokenly, turning his face into Ramon's shoulder.

"Have to be enough. Lover."

Ramon closes his eyes and tries to block out the thoughts of what Random's going to put himself through, how har it'll be for him. It's hard enough to deal with this when he's only thinking about himself - the thought of Random's pain as well is almost enough to make him beg him to stay.

Have to be enough.

Yeah, it will. He knows it. They have to get through it.

'Baby.' He kisses him deeply, still moving slowly. 'Write to me if you need to. Whenever you want. And don't forget that I'm waiting.'

"Thank you."

He pulls him closer, gasping as they grind together, wrapping his legs tight around him with a small moan.

"Christ. Lover. Please."

He nibbles along his bottom lip, determined to take his time, do it properly.

'Got time. Got time baby, don't rush me, please.'

Can't stand to have this over quickly. You'll go when we're done. In the morning. Either way. Shit.

"Kay."

He opens his mouth, licking at Ramon's bottom lip in turn, then at his jaw, kissing him.

Make me feel perfect.

You are perfect.

Ramon looks him in the eye, stroking a finger along his cheekbone, his thumb along his jaw. There are kisses to his mouth, his jaw, his chin, his eyes...slow, gentle, careful, to match his movements as he presses into him and tries to gradually take him high.

"Oh God, baby."

He tries to rock, can't, and writhes instead. Up against him, smoothly, because it feels so nice and perfect.

"So good."

And it's strange, this. How it can feel so good and so bad. Ramon...well, it's causing all the normal physical reactions. And it feels good and it's making him moan, as it should. But he can't seem to lose himself the way he normally does, can't let go and just enjoy it, make love for the fun and desire of it.

It doesn't mean Random has to know. Ramon tries to forget about it all, the knowledge that this is going to be the last time he does this in a while, the last time ever that Random will be his only. It doesn't work very well, but he still moves harder, pressing into Random and kissing him deeply, making soft noises into his mouth.

He knew he'd cry during sex. Knew he'd cry during sex. Can't help it. Tries to help it and manages mostly, but can't quite.

But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all. Ramon feels wonderful, he always does. Maybe he's being sentimental. But it doesn't matter. Ramon will understand.

He does understand. If he weren't who he is, he'd probably cry himself. But he doesn't, he just whispers,

'Don't. Don't. You don't have to, it's OK. I love you, and you'll be back.'

and then kisses the tears away, wishing the weight would leave his chest.

"I know. God, I'm sorry."

His eyes close, and he laughs, and tugs him closer.

"Come on. Rest a minute. Hold me."

'Rest?'

He does pause, rather thankfully.

'You don't want to do this?'

"I do. But just a second. Just hold on. Don't go away, just a few seconds."

He opens his eyes and smiles at him, weakly.

"Kiss me? I love you."

He nods and tries to internally regroup as he kisses him again. He doesn't want Random to cry over this - which is why he gently rubs the remnants of tears away, once he's pulled back - but he knew he would too. Knows that he's suffering through this decision.

'And I love you. We can not carry on if it's easier. I don't mind.'

"I don't care. I just want you against me."

He doesn't let his arms unclench.

"All I need. All I'll ever need."

He doesn't pull out of him, but doesn't move again either. He just tangles the fingers of one hand in the man's hair, and drops his forehead to rest on his shoulder.

'I don't want you to go. I know you will, and I know you have to and it's OK and all of that. I know you'll come back. But I just want you to hear it, so that you know that I'm not sending off lightly and not caring - I don't want you to go.'

He had to say it. Just so he knew.

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