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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.

Yes, that's what he wants, needs, desires, has thank God for everything on Earth. For Ramon. For being here together.

Nothing insistent about the touches, everything insistent about Random's cries of pleasure and need, to do it harder.

His cries make Ramon cry out too, just quietly, but he can't help it because hearing that he's making Random happy is the sexiest thing in the world. So he does do it harder, just a little, fingers brushing where it's most sensitive to see if he can make him shake. He's about to start shaking because the pressure is almost unbearable now and he has to clench his jaw tight to keep himself from driving over the edge.

's'it good, baby? Ohfuck you're sexy, I want to make you come for me, too good...'

That sort of order's the sort he's thrilled to obey, with a choked cry and a furious arch of his back, rock of his hips, sound of joy. Coming, like Ramon said to.

Love you, he can't say, because he's already trying not to scream.

Ramon goes rigid, watching him come...the hand comes off him immediately because he has to grip the sheets furiously to keep himself under control. He wants to watch all of it, not lose himself just yet because that'll be bliss and he won't be able to see Random's face through the ecstacy.

So he holds on, enjoying the sight of his lover coming apart for him with a grin that's almost a grimace as he fights with what his body wants so much.

But its worth it. Because Random's beautiful and he wants to see it all.

When it's over, he's limp and shuddering, still wrapped around him and as close as possible. Aware of Ramon still tense and perfect and hard inside him.

"Going to come into my body, lover? Show me."

Come into my...

His eyes clamp closed instantly, the wording giving him an image that sends him out of control. Because yes...

'Yes, baby...!'

...he loves that, just the thought of being inside him, the mental picture of himself sliding into Random where it feels best, their hips locked and legs tightly wound...

'OhGodChrist fuckingyesbaby I love you...'

His muscles lock as he snaps forward one more time, with a gasp and a strangled noise and an almost painful climax, it's so intense.

If he could, he'd stay right here, forever. Lost and helpless and feeling so damn perfect. But it never lasts and he sags, going limp and folding down onto his lover to breath against his hot skin.

'...yes.'

He chokes on a laugh, and holds him close and tight, panting hard against his skin.

"You... you are so hot."

Wonderful.

Random laughs again, and doesn't let go of him.

Ramon laughs too, albeit weakly. He's rather lost track of things...like his own name, for example, where they live, what colour his hair is. None of it matters. He just wants to bask in the afterglow that's stealing over him, and hold Random and let that be it.

'Not as hot as you, guarentee it.'

He's being held and that's just fine, because he doesn't want to move. But will soon, in case he hurts him by accident.

'Mmphf. That was...incredible.'

Best way ever to spend an afternoon.

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