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Ramon Salazar ([personal profile] latino_menace) wrote2006-10-14 01:28 pm
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Millitimed to after the conversation with future!Mary Anne...

Ramon swings open the door to Haven and if he were the type to bound in then...he would. But he isn't, so he just closes it quietly after him and calls out,

'Random?'

with a huge grin on his face. He's hoping he hasn't disappeared off to work or out with Martin or something. He has to talk to him and the sooner the better.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-16 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Here."

Dropping to the side, jeans down and off, because he needs him. Needs the solid, warm weight of him.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-16 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Not in a rush in the slightest."

Not in the slightest. And this? This is good. This means he can explore his back with his fingers, for all the little good places he knows are there, from years and years and thousands of lovers. Little touches that are just sinfully good, on the sensitive skin along his spine.

Excruciatingly sensitive, in some places.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-16 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You're a little bit tense, love."

A little stroke here, a gentle pressure with his fingers, smooth and rhythmic and rocking his hips a little as his hands tease.

"Like that?"

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-16 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Feeling good?"

Predatory, is the look he's trying to hide, lurking behind the sweetness, the fact that he could wring such sounds from Ramon. Is going to tonight, while the other man moves into him. It'll be so good.

"Find some lube, sweetheart."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-16 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
His fingers travel down to the base of Ramon's spine, then trail up again, softly and slowly.

"'s good, lovely. Go slow, be gentle."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
He gasps, a little, and tightens his arms around him, taking a moment to pause, feel, adjust, relax.

"Like an apple. First bite's best."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
Random's fairly sure he's not doing it wrong, at least, and arches on the first thrust with a pained-- oh so good-- torn gasp.

So good.

"Oh, Ramon."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
His head tips back, and he whimpers a little, because yes, this is perfect. They fit together like they should. Yes.

"Keep still, for just a second. Breathe with me. Like the way you feel."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thas good, babe."

Arms sliding, curling around him and drawing him as near as possible, chest to chest. He can feel their heartbeats, pounding an uneven rhythm.

"Mmmkay. Go 'head."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Random lets out a small sound- a yelp, sort of- of pleasure and lets his head fall to the side. Cool pillow against his cheek is grounding, keeps things steady, while the world around him swims.

"Oh lover."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
That's just a perfect sound. Peachy keen, really, and Random has to laugh a little, stuttered out through groans of pleasure and lust. His leg- the one Ramon's not holding- lifts to wrap around him and draw him as near as possible.

Closer is very, very much better.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
He makes an inarticulate sound that means 'more of that, please?' and flexes, then clenches, with a whimper into Ramon's mouth.

Sweet, aching, burning, familiar rhythm that he has to love.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Soon he's rocking and tensing in rhythm to his thrusts, panting out benediction upon blessing.

He turns, a little, so he can stare into Ramon's eyes, inches away from each other. Random's are wide and glassy.