Ricardo is still a grinning, babbling mess of excitement after he wins his match against Colter and Big E., Alberto's arm warm around his shoulders as he reflects on finally succeeding at something for his employer, barely paying attention to his surroundings as they wander back towards the locker rooms. "This has been a fantastic day," he says, clinging to Alberto's sleeve. "I get the boot off finally, and now winning that match for you... I'm so happy, El Patron."
"Me too, Ricardo," he breathes out, grinning down at his ecstatic ring announcer. They walk quickly through the hallway, Alberto in a hurry to get away from all of the people still wandering around, when he realizes he just can't wait any longer. It's quiet here, this portion of the building used more for storage, and... Ricardo gasps slightly as he suddenly stops him and, gripping the collar of the Viva Del Rio shirt he'd worn for this match, holds him in place, staring him in the eye. "You did so well tonight."
Flushing, the ring announcer grins brighter. "I wanted to, for you, and-" His words are drowned out when Alberto kisses him, cupping his face and sighing against his lips. They lose themselves in the moment, barely even caring that they're where anyone can see them, and Del Rio guides him back until he's leaning against something set up by the wall, eyes closed as he presses against him. Ricardo hums and finally brushes his hands against his shoulders, breathing heavily while the Mexican aristocrat lingers, not wanting this to end. "El Patron," he finally gets enough space to say. "We're... we're still in the hallway."
Alberto shrugs, smiling against his lips for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. "Ay, Ricardo," he shakes his head, brushing some of the hair out of his eyes before leaning down to look him in the face. "When have I ever cared what others thought?" Smirking, he kisses him again, stablizing himself by reaching behind Ricardo and tangling his fingers against something cold, steel, and...
Finally distracted by the feel of the unbending item, he pulls back slightly and looks up, blinking in surprise when he finds that he'd sandwiched Ricardo against a ladder, a small smirk taking over his lips. "Hm," he hums, gaining the ring announcer's curiosity. As he looks up at the weapon his back is still pressed against, Alberto's fingers crawl teasingly up his bare wrist, miming the motions of climbing up rungs.
Their eyes lock and Ricardo's smirk grows to match Del Rio's. "Ladders," they both say together, looking up at the tall device stretching above their heads, menacing in its ungiving strength. "I like it," the ring announcer says after a moment, laughing when Alberto kisses him once more, thoroughly pleased with the decision.
"So do I," he hums, leaning his forehead against Ricardo's. "And it's only possible thanks to you." He winks at the happily blushing ring announcer and grips his hand, pulling him away from the ladder. "Come, let's go prepare for that match against Cesaro, and then we can announce my decision to the rest of the world." Ricardo grins and nods, following his employer through the halls to do just that.