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OOM: The latest with Mary Anne

Ramon is quiet when he walks into the house. He feels like he's done something wrong, even though he technically hasn't. Not wrong in that he toyed with Mary Anne a bit to get her to tell the truth for once - wrong because the conversation happened at all. Knowing how hurt Random was after he'd kissed her, it feels slightly off for him to talk to her about the situation. Almost as if he's been unfaithful, somehow, especially given that she showed him what might have been.

But he hasn't, and wouldn't - but he still feels the need to tell Random what happened. In a minute though. Right now, he's just leaning his back against the front door and pausing to try and get some of the tension out of him. He has a vague notion that something might just snap if the day carries on like this.

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"Say 'stop' if it's too much. Say 'slower' if you just want a breath, I'm an Amberite, love, there're bound to be problems occasionally."

But he pins Ramon's hands with one anyways, and scrabbles in the dresser for lube.

"I love you. Going to make you see stars."

'OK.'

He nods, almost frantically.

'OK. Do it. Fuck me, Random.'

He needs this, tonight. Might regret it tomorrow, but that's tomorrow.

"I'm using my fingers on you first."

He pulls away suddenly.

"Roll over. Spread. Going to see how far I can make you go with just a hand in you."

Another moan, this time in desperation. Taking too long! But this is progress and he knows it'll feel good - so he rolls onto his front, grabs a pillow to bunch between his hands and (scream into) rest his forehead on. And then, lastly, he slides a knee up the bed as far as it'll go, opening himself up to Random.

'C'mon then. Fucking do it.'

Fingers, slick and driving, and maybe a little more insistent than Ramon's used to, and as they slip into him Random drapes himself along Ramon's back. One foot trails up and down the back of Ramon's leg, his spare hand traces the line of his side, and he growns against the nape of his neck.

"So fucking gorgeous."

Ramon's eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and it only gets better when Random lies on top of him. So near and that feels so good after all the teasing. But he's not going to make a sound, not until he's forced to. Just lets out a long, slightly strained, breath.

'You're going to make me crazy if you keep that up.'

Random doesn't answer with words, just presses, sharp and direct where he knows it'll be good. It's not unrelenting, not yet, it's just a brush, is all.

Enough to remind him who's in charge here. No complaining. No muffling noises.

"Ramon," and it's a deep, dark sort of growl, full of desire and he wants him.

He makes a small noise that's stifled by the fact that he hasn't opened his mouth, his eyes still closed. Can't help it.

'Random.'

And it's edgy, full of want, promising desperation if this keeps up.

"Are you complaining?"

He nips at the shell of Ramon's ear, as his fingers move again.

"Because I'll stop, if you have something we need to discuss. Formal debate procedure doesn't envolve me finger-fucking you out of your mind."

Which he's now setting about doing.

There's a noise from the back of his throat that's hard to identify - but if he weren't trying to not make a sound, it'd undoubtedly be a whimper.

'The only thing we need to work out is when you're going to stop teasing and take me...'

Said brokenly, through gritted teeth, as his hips start to rock into the mattress in time to Random's thrusts. He has to relieve the pressure somehow.

'...and we don't need to talk to figure that out.'

"Stop being a smart ass."

A harder bite to his ear, sharp enough to be a warning, but at the same time as his fingers push so probably not so terrible as all that.

"Remember who you're depending on here."

This accompanied with a little hiss of pleasure, and a bit of a press against Ramon's leg, because he's not immune to this.

The feeling of Random hard against his leg makes the first proper groan escape because it's hot to know that he's just as turned on by this. Of course, the pushing fingers are a help.

'You seem to think my ass is pretty smart right now.'

He pushes back a little, hoping to encourage more.

'C'mon. I want you.'

He laughs, because Ramon is utterly ridiculous, and turns so he can bite his shoulder.

"Bastard."

Pulling away, hand out, sitting up on his knees.

"Grip the headboard."

Random doesn't seem to mind the ridiculousness either and Ramon's glad about that too. He almost scrambles to comply with the command, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around the until his knuckles are turning white.

'C'mon. C'mon.'

He eases up with him, placing both hands on Ramon's hips and pulling him back, then pausing to rest against him.

"Tell me you want me."

He drops his head forward so his forehead is resting on the pillow, and emits a groan that's half a growl. Frustration and need and he's shoving down towards the sheets again for any kind of friction.

'I want you.'

It's muffled in the pillow, so he raises his face and looks straight forward.

'I fucking need you.'

Random pulls Ramon's hips forcibly off the bed, with a hissing sound of irritation.

"No, Ramon. Stop."

Pressing against him, could just thrust and be right there. Doesn't.

"Say it again."

His body squirms of its own accord, with no direction from his brain. The physical is consuming him and this is torture, because Random's not letting him get lost.

'Want you.'

More wriggling, trying to push down, push back at Random, anything. Then he remembers that he's not actually restrained and he lets go of the headboard with one hand so he can run it down between his legs and start to jerk off with relief. He can't even think that Random might not like that, he just needs to be touched.

'Get in me.'

He growls, and bites down on Ramon's shoulder, leaning over him, and presses in, then waits for a torturous moment.

"Get your hand back on the headboard if you want me to move at all."

'Mmmn!' he says eloquently. And to his credit, he does try to stop. Its just that as soon as his hand slows, Random's not moving and now he's inside him, right there and it feels fucking amazing but he's just torturing him now. Matters clearly need to be taken into his own...hand. As it were.

'Yeah. Inna minute. Please move, baby.'

And he's still touching himself, rocking back hard onto Random's cock because if the guy won't help him out, he'll have to do it himself.

Random moves back, and grabs Ramon's hand firmly, pulling it away, and up to the headboard. Only one hand on his hip, now so he'll have to keep upright if he wants Random near.

Which is why he slides a little closer.

"I love you."

And in, a quick thrust and he pushes up all against him, with a long groan, because finally.

'Ohfuckin'hell.'

He gasps a breath and tightens his grip on the bed involuntarily, muscles clenching as he moulds himself back against Random.

'Love you too. Harder.'

Wants it hard, and fast. Wants Random to make good on his promice to take him like he's never had it before.

Random rocks back, struggling upright, and holds Ramon's hips again, then thrusts back into him. Both hands to help with the movement. Fuck 's good.

"Hold on, Ramon. I'm not planning on stopping."

'Just do it,' he pants out. 'Just do it.'

Agony, in all the best ways. He tightens his hold and slides his knees further apart. Wants him as hard and deep as he can go. Can't stop now.

So he does, hard and deep, hips pushing fast and into him, and no, they've never done it like this before. Not so hard you can hardly catch your breath, don't think you want to or need to because nothing could possibly matter but this feeling.

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