OOM.

[yosafbridge]

Her room hasn't changed much in the first few months since she's been Bound. Bare walls that were once completely devoid of decor are now covered in lush tapestry, as well as souvenirs that she's successfully pulled off some unsuspecting marks. She's not about to brag about them to anyone who happens to stop by, but back in her world, each and every one is worth a pretty penny.

The bed itself is still an upgrade; bigger, too, after she put in a request to make it large enough for two and any activities implied by the addition of more space.

She barely squeezes through the door, tossing her room key down on a smaller table, and turns to him, holding an arm out in a sweeping introductory gesture.

"This is it."

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[latino_menace]

'Nice.'

He barely looks at it. He's busy with her, putting hands on her waist and leaning in to kiss her.

[yosafbridge]

She's never been one to shy away from this kind of a reaction, and fingers pry away the nearly-empty tequila bottle.

She breaks the kiss to wrap her lips around the top, drinking it straight out of the source.

[latino_menace]

'Keep that up, you'll be too drunk to let me have my way with you.'

Which, y'know. Would be bad. He takes it from her when she's finished (though he did like the way her lips looked around the top of it), drinks himself and then puts it down.

'Where were we?'

[yosafbridge]

"Not too drunk for that," she declares, her eyes never leaving his face even as the bottle gets pried away from her. She watches the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallows, and grins deviously as he turns to her. One hand cups the back of his neck, pulling him in for a hard, hungry kiss.

[latino_menace]

Ramon is finding himself, at this point in his life, surrounded with beautiful women who know exactly what they want from him. If he'd been in a gunfight very recently, he'd think he'd died and gone to heaven.

'Glad to hear it.'

Very glad, if the way he's grabbing her ass and pulling her against him is anything to go by.

[yosafbridge]

She's not about to ignore the more pressing matters of the situation, and arches back against him when he pulls her in, releasing a breathy whimper against his mouth.

Her hands fist in his shirt, using it to tug him as close as physically possible.

[latino_menace]

He grins, enjoying the feel of her under his hands and pressed against him.

'I like a woman who knows what she wants, Clara.'

Does she want to be wearing her shirt? He thinks not and is doing his best to fulfil her desire to be topless. Onr hand is pushing it up, the other is expertly flicking her bra catch open.

[yosafbridge]

We'll put it this way - she doesn't have a problem with it being removed. She lifts both her arms, aiding in the removal of her shirt, then shrugs her shoulders forward, letting the bra straps slide down.

In the seconds that follow, she makes quick work of his shirt, her hands smoothing over the contours of his chest and abdomen.

"Lucky for both of us, I do."

[latino_menace]

'Well, look at that,' he murmurs, leaving small, open-mouthed kisses down her throat and along her collarbone.

'A room full of people who know what they want. Can't be a coincidence.'

He's walking her backwards carefully, mouth on her neck as she's steered towards the bed.

[yosafbridge]

"Don't believe in them," she insists, tilting her head back and letting a sigh slip out.

Her fingertips skim up his back and into his hair, cupping the back of his head. Soon, her legs hit the edge of the mattress and she lies back, pulling him with her.

[latino_menace]

'You've got sense.'

He grins, lets her pull him down but stops when he's kneeling above her. A hand goes to her chest and holds her down - not roughly, but firm - the other starts opening her pants while he bends to find a nipple for his tongue to play with.

[yosafbridge]

She's not going to shy away from roughness - or firmness, as the case may be - and when he pins her down, she squirms restlessly beneath him, her hips wriggling against him.

A breathy moan slips out when he tongues her nipple, the contrast of warmth to the cool air filtering through the room enough to make the tiny bud harden under his mouth.

[latino_menace]

He likes that reaction and keeps on going, lathing his tongue firmly over the nipple before sucking it gently between his lips to toy with a while longer. And it's only another moment or two before he's pushing his hand inside her pants and stroking between her legs, wanting to move this along because he's impatient tonight.

[yosafbridge]

She's practically reduced to a quivering mass of muscles and nerves already, and he hasn't even done that much yet.

Her own hands are smoothing over him, sliding down to his hips, finding the belt on his pants and practically yanking it out in her haste.

[latino_menace]

Ramon's a lot of things, many of them very very bad. But some good things too, one of them being his skill in bed. He laughs quietly at the way she pulls and moves away so she can't reach him (notyetnotyet), then mirrors her movements, sliding his own hands down her hips only he takes her pants with them.

'I hope you're not too drunk to properly appreciate this,' he tells her, amused, as he kneels on the floor between her legs. 'Because that would be a shame.'

He may want it and not be in the mood to drag it out forever but that doesn't mean she doesn't get to enjoy herself. That said, he's not particularly careful as he slides two fingers into her and applies his tongue to her clit.

[yosafbridge]

"Wŏ de--" she starts, and then has enough sense of self to correct her words into a more understandable language, "God, no." The words come out in more of a gasp than something more discernable, and she scoots to the edge of the bed, towards him, hips jutting upward so he won't have to crane much.

At the first brush of tongue, she's already moaning; the addition of fingers practically has her writhing under his mouth as her own fingertips comb through short strands of his hair and grip at the back of his head. The alcohol's only enhancing things, strengthening sensations, and soon enough she's already close - butbutbut -

"If you don't stop, you're gonna make me--" The last word gets lost as a shiver wracks her body, and her grip on his head tightens.

[latino_menace]

No way is he going to stop when he's getting reactions like that; he just pulls her clit carefully between his lips and sucks gently, flicks it with his tongue while fucking her harder with his fingers.

[yosafbridge]

She knows he isn't the kind of person who'll stop even when he's given due warning, and it's that knowledge that leads her to her unraveling as she reaches her peak with another, higher moan, rolling her hips forward to grind out her climax.

She collapses back, a sweaty glow effusing her body, but in no way is she done yet, and she eyes him with a lazy smirk.

[latino_menace]

He pulls back with a grin - he loves doing that to women (though it's entirely about his own ego and not about them at all) - and gets up, kneeling over her on the bed to kiss her hard. He's unfastening his jeans at the same time, reaching in to stroke himself fully hard because he's not waiting around any longer.

'How'd you like it?'

[yosafbridge]

"Loved it," she whispers against his mouth, her tongue snaking out to flick against his upper lip, tasting the combination of tequila and her own essence lingering.

Her hand slides between his legs to join him, her fingers worming inside his hand to replace its position, stroking his growing erection.

"Think I might love something else even more."

[latino_menace]

He chuckles and lets her take over, stay close to plant small kisses down her jaw and throat.

'I get that you liked it. I meant, how'd you like to take it.'

Because, y'know. She gets her choice of position. He likes it any which way and he'll make sure he puts her where he wants her in the end anyway.

[yosafbridge]

She stretches beneath him - lazily, like a cat arching its back just before its claws come out.

"Maneuver me where you will," she says, practically purring.

[latino_menace]

Ramon grins and straightens up.

'Turn over.'

[yosafbridge]

Her movements are slow as she rolls, first onto her stomach and then up, arching again, on all fours.

She inches then, this time back toward him and tosses red strands out of her eyes with a flick of her head as she looks down one shoulder at him.

[latino_menace]

He sure as hell appreciates the view, tilting his head and practically sighing out a breath in anticipation. He places a hand between her shoulderblades and runs it down that arched back, over her ass and lets it rest there for a second.

'No need to ask if you're ready for it, I guess.'

Hell no. He gets up quickly to kick his jeans off and then slips back behind her, grabbing her hips to pull her the rest of the way to him. He wastes no time in running his cock down the cleft of her ass - his one attempt at showing patience - before taking himself in hand and guiding into her. An inch at first, then he lets go, grabs her hips again and simply thrusts the rest of the way in.