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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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'You don't know how hot you feel.'

Back to talking through gritted teeth and panting breath, trying not to think about how much he's aching for a touch on his cock. Thinking about it just makes it worse but it's kind of difficult not to.

'Keep going. Talk to me.'

"What's so fucking hot about this is knowing that this is only ever me. That no one else is going to do this, which is good, because no one else would be able to."

He smooths his hands down Ramon's sides, then up, then down again to his hips, pulling him back into his thrusts again.

"You're too good for anyone. But I'm about to get you begging for me."

He's jerked back and it takes his breath away and pulls a cry from his throat all at the same time, leaving him helpless with his grip weakening on the bed.

'Only ever you.'

And he's going down to lean on his forearms, face buried in the pillow as he submits absolutely and yells into the cloth, a desperate release of tension.

He knows he's going to be begging soon. It's inevitable, if Random won't touch him. And it's OK because its Random, and he's the only one he'll ever do it for.

"Plead," he breathes, leaning down and bracing over him, deep as he can be.

"Convince me, and I'll make you come so hard you won't know what hit you."

'Oh, fuck please.'

Doesnt think twice about doing what he's told. Can't. And strangely, it's Random leaning over him and speaking in that tone that sends him out of his mind.

'Come closer. Please baby. Close. Make me come.'

Please.

Sometimes it's good to not be human. Like right now, leaning over him awkwardly and able to thrust into him like that and again, again, with one hand wrapped around him and stroking hard.

"That's right, Ramon."

'OhfuckingJesusChrist!'

He jerks back erratically, then forward into the hand thats making him blind with need. It's a flat five seconds before he's yelling into the pillow, muscles rigid and trembling with the force of it.

'...Christ.

...Christ.'

Random thrusts hard into him, speeding up, and groaning at the very sound of him. Not to mention the feel of Ramon's strong back, bent and trembling underneath him.

"You're goddam mine."

He can only nod, once, though it may be missed with the way he's bent. And then he's not moving at all, unable to push back onto those thrusts anymore because he's coming, coming with an intensity that's making his head spin and all he can do is groan quietly in his own little world of the blinding, flashing lights that are exploding behind his eyes.

Random bends further and bites his shoulder as he does, because right now he needs to leave a trace or two on him.

Riding the waves of it with him, groaning in pleasure. Holding on to his composure as tight as he can. He wants to feel this.

He's stuggling not to slump flat on the bed at the moment, aftershocks making him gasp and quiver. Breathing isn't happening, just gasping, panting, and he moans, fisting a hand in the sheets to keep himself level. The pain from Random's teeth helps him focus and he manages to think that he's never been as utterly possessed as he is right in this moment. He's defenceless, and doesn't care.

'...feeling good, baby? Keep going.'

He'll be here with him for as long as he needs to feel as good as he does right now.

There, that's it, that's all he has. He shouts against Ramon's shoulder, thrusts up against him twice more and then comes with a shudder that rocks all the way through him.

"God, God, lover."

Ramon smiles tiredly, enjoying the feeling of Random shuddering against him. He straightens his arms to raise himself up a little, so that he can be as close as possible, and so that Random can rest on his back a little if he wants to. His heart is still racing and he's flushed all over and sticky and wet and he doesn't care because that was fucking fantastic.

"Really want a bath."

He groans, but can't move.

"Mother of God I love you."

'...shower.'

He has the feeling he's not going to be wanting to sit down for a bit.

'Later. Don't move yet.'

Only a matter of time before exhaustion takes over. But not right now, while the adrenaline's still high. For now, he doesn't want Random away from him.

'Love you as well. And not just because you're fucking incredible in bed.'

"I love you."

He needs to repeat that part.

"Are you hurt?"

He'd never forgive himself if Ramon were at all hurt.

He laughs, balances so that he can take on of Random's hands and bring it up to his lips to kiss it.

'No. I'll be stiff for a few days, probably. But nothing bad.'

Another kiss to his knuckles and his voice is suddenly quiet.

'I know you love me. Me too, baby.'

"I didn't get too... did I?"

He has to make sure he's alright. Has to, so important.

Ramon would like to look at him to see his face so he can see where he's got the idea he might have hurt him from. Because he's pretty sure he wasn't yelling in anything but pleasure.

'Too...what? Too hard? No, Random.'

But its nice that he cares.

'It was great.'

"Too mean."

He kisses him, the nearest part of him. His shoulder.

"I love you, please, don't mind, mmkay? Lets go get a shower, sweet thing."

Sitting up slowly, with an achy little groan, and he can't imagine how Ramon feels if this is him now."

He laughs before he attempts movement because he understands virtually no part of what Random just said, apart from 'shower' and 'I love you'. But that's OK because they're the only two things that matter right now anyway.

'Yeah. I'm a mess.'

He straightens. He straightens slowly because ow, though he keeps it off his face. He doesn't want Random to think that he minds. He doesn't, and so he leans over to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

'You'll have to do that again to me sometime. And I love you and I don't mind. Now, shower.'

He helps him upright, and wraps arms around him as they edge towards the shower.

"I think I need to buy you something pretty, and then you can fuck me in it. Maybe a fancy shirt. 'd like to have sex in a silk shirt."

Edging is about the right word. Limpimg would be another good one, but he's smiling and tired. And happy.

'Silk shirt, yeah. Wear it with black trousers and we'll only have time to get your pants down before we're doing it, you'd look so good.'

Random, Ramon thinks, looks good in everything. Or nothing. But some clothes just shine off him and he likes it when he looks smart. Makes him want to unwrap him slowly but he's never got the patience.

The shower is started and he just looks at the water for a moment, his arm around his shoulders.

'I should tell you want I want for Christmas sometime.'

"Tell me what you want for Christmas?'

Since they're here and together and warm, and now pulling under warm water.

"Mmm, 's good, baby."

Ramon slides arms around his waist and touches their foreheads together for a moment, just standing with him. Then smiles and kisses him softly.

'I'll tell you some other time.'

He picks up the shampoo and slowly starts to rub it into Random's hair.

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