latino_menace | OOM: News

Ramon's nibbling down his jaw when one of the places is found and he moans immediately, pressing close to him.

'That's good, do that again.'

And he thought he knew all of what Random could do with his hands by now.

"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?"

'm'turned on,' he mumbles into his jaw, clutching at the sheets with one hand and moaning again.

'Hell. Yeah, like that. Mmm.'

That's nice. That's really nice and he's forgetting for the moment that he should be finding a way to repay the favour. Too easy to just close his eyes and let Random play with him.

"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."

'You always make me feel good.'

No hesitation in doing as he's told. There's so much he could do but he just wants to be in him, as close as he can get. So he finds the lube and flicks the cap off, then kisses Random hungrily as he smears it on with one hand.

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."

'Yes.'

Ramon couldn't be anything but, today. And he's been wanting this since the conversation with Mary Anne, because it's the only way he can get across how happy he is with the news.

He dips his head to press a kiss to Random's throat, lingering a moment before he moves to lie between his legs and push carefully inside him.

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."

He pauses to let him adjust, grining a little while trying not to gasp.

'I would hope it gets better than this for you. I'll be doing something wrong if it doesn't.'

He's fairly sure he can manage to do it right, as he takes a breath and moves.

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."

'Mmmmn, baby.'

He stifles a groan as he nibbles a little at Random's jaw. He wants this to be slow and last a while, so he's in no hurry. Having said that, he does reach down and hook a hand behind Random's knee, pulling his leg up so he can get deeper and give him something to push back against as he thrusts again.

'You OK?'

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."

Ramon smiles and presses forward slowly, until he's as deep as he can go. Then he does as he's asked, just stops and strokes the hair back off Random's forehead carefully, pressing a few small kisses to his lips.

'I love you. And it'll be like this always. Hundreds of years...I do love you.'

He looks into his eyes as he speaks, then closes his and rests their foreheads together. Just breathing with him. He loves it too.

"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."

He's glad he can move because as nice as this is, the ache is already starting to get painful. It always does with Random - he can never get enough of him.

So he sighs out a relieved breath and draws back as slowly as he can bear, then pushes forwards quickly. And firmly...it makes him groan a little as a wave of pleasure washes through him instantly, making his skin start to flush warmly.

'Christ. Always so good.'

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."

He just moans as he keeps moving, slow and then fast, pushing as close to him as he can get. There's nothing in all the worlds that feels as good to him as being this close to Random, showing him how much he means in the best way he knows how.

He kisses the cheek that's there for him, a soft gesture just because he can. And then they're cheek to cheek as he keeps going, whimpering a little in his ear.

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.

It is. It really is. Ramon groans again as he's pulled that little bit nearer, feeling like he's drowning in him...and loving it. He moves his head a little so he can capture his mouth in a long, deep, kiss. It's probing and loving, all slow-tangled tonuges as he slides gently between his legs.

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.

And at that, he has to stop kissing him because he needs to cry out, his body tensing as heat rushes through him all over again, taking him higher.

'OhmyGod...ahChrist...'

It's almost said to himself, quiet words to try and make him focus on anything but the desire that's burning him from the inside out.

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.

And Ramon's are wide and heated, crinkling a little on every thrust forward as he gasps through the increasing pace because he just can't stop himself from moving harder. Still gentle but a little more firmly - there's no way he could stay that slow. He needs this now, needs Random, like air and water.

He's resting his weight on the arm that isn't holding Random's leg but he can still pause and adjust so that he's taking his hand, interlocking their fingers so he can hang on through this. It's important - more than anything, to him right now - that they're doing this together, just like they're going to do the next thousand years together.

And he doesn't move his eyes from Random's because he needs to see him. Will never get tired of looking at him as they make love.

And it burns, like fire, too, and makes him gasp every time Ramon brushes a particular place inside him.

Eventually, he begins to plead, low and quickly, for friction, touch, a hand on him, anything to make it good and faster and please.

He can never deny Random anything and it doesn't matter anyway because he's getting desperate too, trying to keep the pleasure at bay but knowing its a losing battle. So he lets go of his leg with a whispered plea to lock it round his back instead please, because he wants him wrapped all around him. But he needs his hand to touch him and he's not untangling their fingers.

He kisses him again, another long one, as he wraps a hand round him carefully and starts to fondle him lightly. Nothing insistent, just playing with care because he wants his baby to fall apart for him, if he can make him.

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