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RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-21-2021
Will they, indeed? Ronin's breath hitches in just a bit as Remi settles astride him, giving him a better chance to let his hands explore his body for the first time. His fingers chase along inked flesh, sweeping along Remi's ribcage and purposely avoiding the name writ across his heart. [say]"Ah, I see,"[/say] he murmurs, looping an arm around the other man's waist now to draw him ever closer. [say]"Mm...?"[/say] So much a part of him now, are his scars, that he barely notices that they are there, and when Remi draws attention to one, he has to glance down at it for a second.
[say]"Oh, that?"[/say] He scoffs gently. [say]"No, that one was a parting gift."[/say] One that ended his career, truth be told, but that definitely isn't a story for tonight. Not if Ronin has anything to do with it, and as if to seal that away for the time being, he leans up once more to catch Remi's lips. His hips move of their own accord, and though he has little chance of any satisfaction in motorbike leathers, a man can try.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-21-2021
It's strange, to be so close after both so much and so little. Changing in separate rooms, arguments, and things said and misunderstood. Remi's breath shivers from his lips and he finds himself wanting to sit up straighter in Ronin's arms that the other man might trace more of his skin, but also to collapse down to try and press them together at every possible point of contact.
[say]"Ah, well...I hope not to disappoint, but those typically aren't the gifts I tend to leave."[/say] Still looking down at the scar, it's with a pant of surprise that Ronin catches his lips. The hips that move below his own have Remi's right hand suddenly tightening on Ronin's opposite shoulder, before sliding around his back and then tangling up into his hair. Not unconsciously, Remi's hips rock forward slightly as the musician clutches the other man closer. The leather of Ronin's pants makes the musician feel as though he's sitting on some sort of plastic mannequin, and he's as frustrated as he is amused by the utter lack of friction that he's able to create between them.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-21-2021
[say]"That suits me just fine,"[/say] Ronin mumbles. What gifts do you tend to leave, is what he'd ask if they weren't closer than they've ever been, and so instead the mechanic wisely keeps quiet. There are hands all over him, strong and masculine in a way that he's never let himself properly enjoy before, and fuck if it doesn't kindle something within him that has remained sleeping until now. Still, while Remi might be frustrated and amused, Ronin is very much only the former, and it's with a grumble of annoyance that he slumps back on the bed, only to roll them over that he might reverse their positions.
[say]"Sorry, but if I don't deal with this I'm afraid I might cut off the circulation to somewhere pretty important,"[/say] he mutters with a chuckle, holding himself over the other man in a half plank while his free hand works the buttons of his pants. Have they even removed their fucking shoes? Nope - but luckily, a few buttons are enough to relieve the pressure, and Ronin all but blankets Remi now as he trails kisses down the side of his neck.
Remi will learn two things at that point. First, Ronin is a boxer-briefs guy. Second - he's really pleased to see him.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-21-2021
As Ronin falls backward, Remi is tempted to keep himself upright that he might appreciate what has suddenly been laid out before him. Before he can though, he's being tugged down and then rolled onto his side, and then his back. Hearing an apology is one of the last things the musician is expecting, and it's with a breathless expression of concern that he glances down between them where Ronin is unbuttoning his pants.
On the one hand, he gets it. On the other hand, it's all a bit clumsy and fast and——but then Ronin is covering him and for the first time Remi can properly feel the other man against him, and it dissolves all of his thoughts in a static-y blur. Moaning feels a bit too vocal just now, but it's a ragged breath that leaves Remi's lips as his tilts his chin toward the top of Ronin's head.
Kicking his shoes off with some effort (he is rather pinned by the other man), Remi's hands keenly begin to explore Ronin anew. There are scars that slice the otherwise smooth skin from wounds he may or may not ask about later. Tilting his head back slightly to give Ronin access to whatever parts of his neck he might want, Remi's fingers slide down to the mechanic's lower back, dipping beneath the perimeter of his previously skin-tight pants. His own hips rise as his fingers press down in a gesture that's as much of a question as it is an encouragement.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-21-2021
Remi is right - it is clumsy and fast, and it's 100% the fault of the fact that Ronin just wants to feel the other man against him properly. So now that he's finally free from skin-tight leather (why that seemed like a good look at the time is probably something Remi can answer from an aesthetic point of view), he can slow himself down a little. Able to actually enjoy the heat building between them and the press of fingers slipping beneath his waistband, Ronin continues to lavish attention against Remi's neck, and he only draws back with the intention of returning to the other man's lips.
At that point, Bandcamp's hips rise up to meet his own, and the delicious friction it causes has his breath stuttering in his throat, his lips fluttering across Remi's rather than achieving the passionate kiss he'd been aiming for. He has no idea what the question is, but he takes the encouragement for what it is and then some, grinding against the man beneath him and feeling something like a frustrated teenager (and he doesn't really care, honestly).
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-21-2021
There was a fine line between enjoying the frustration and flailing about like horny teenagers, and with Ronin's gasp pressed against his lips, for the life of him Remi didn't know which side of the line they were on. Sliding his hands around that he might grasp Hallway's hips, the musician tugs them down against his own as one of his legs slinks around Ronin's legs to increase the pressure.
With a low groan that starts in the back of his throat, Remi's leg curls higher around the back of Ronin's knees as he frees one hand from his waist to tangle in the mechanic's hair. Pulling his shoulders off the bed while pressing down on the back of Ronin's head, the musician's kisses are more breathless than they had been before; his own lips stutter mid-kiss as heat travels up the inside of his thighs and his hips rock upward again.
[say]"More?"[/say] Remi asks against Hallway's lips, very much wanting to roll the man over and strip him of his pants (and yes, shoes as well). But moment-jarring though it might be, especially for someone's first time, Remi wasn't just going to be okay with what he assumed was silent consent.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-21-2021
It's a curious position to be in, given that Ronin simultaneously knows exactly how things normally go in these situations, and yet he only has half an idea about what to expect with a man. Regardless, one thing is blatantly obvious, and that's his attraction to Remi. His lips part in a gasp as the other man presses them further together, pinning their arousal with a friction that is as unbearable as it is enjoyable.
He savours the groan that rumbles up in the back of Remi's throat, anchoring himself a little better against the bed and feeling himself beginning to get frustrated even by the small amount of fabric between them. Then more? filters in through his ears and he hums a note of absolute agreement against his lips.
[say]"More,"[/say] he manages when he finally parts from the musician, shifting enough that Remi might manoeuvre them around as he pleases. Honestly, he can do what he likes as long as he's not leaving, and no amount of stupid things said or misunderstood have a chance of getting into Ronin's thick skull now.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-21-2021
With flushed cheeks and an eager shine to his stare, Remi nods. Uncurling the hand from Ronin's hair he lowers it to the man's shoulder and pushes. It's gentle enough that the soldier could easily shrug it off, but the musician very much assumes he won't. Following his hand that he might find himself once again astride the mechanic, Remi can feel one of his hands ball slightly into a fist as he has to temper his own desires and patterns. This for him—with a man—is not new, and it will take some conscious focus on Remi's part to make sure he keeps that in mind.
Shuffling himself toward the edge of the bed, his own erection bulging unhappily against his jeans, Remi reaches down to remove Ronin's shoes with a roll of his eyes. [say]"Americans,"[/say] He mutters, and though neither of them are, such is the custom here in the States to not have indoor vs. outdoor shoes. That done, he slowly raises his eyes as his fingers come to the mechanic's half-undone pants. High off of something he'd hastily bought and slipped under his tongue the last time, it's with something like apprehension and a strange brand of nervousness that he tugs down the rest of what Ronin is wearing.
Remi's smile is slow and crooked despite his blush, as he softly places his hands on Ronin's thighs (the only parting gift this man needed was a voucher to a tanning salon), and lowers himself between his legs. Reaching out to grasp the base of the mechanic's cock with one hand, the musician raises an inquiring brow wondering if this would be the moment where the Irishman realized that no, he didn't actually want a man between his legs.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-21-2021
Ronin indeed moves wherever Remi wants to put him, and its through hooded blue eyes that he gazes up at the man sitting astride his hips, all quirky tattoos and enough muscle to be able to say I work out without being ridiculous about it. And he feels the heat surge up through the inside of his thighs, feels himself wanting to arch against the musician that they might have more of the teasing they were enjoying before.
Except Remi is gone, and at the uttered curse - Americans, indeed - he can't help but scoff out a laugh. [say]"I wasn't really thinking of my shoes at the time. There was a good looking Italian in my apartment."[/say] Still is, actually, and if he'd just kindly remove the rest of his clothes, that would be amazing.
But no - Remi takes off his shoes for him (aw) and helps to free him from his pants (thank fuck). A soft sigh shudders from his lips and he barely stops his hips from rising up as strong fingers wrap around his cock. Finding himself gazing down at Remi with overbright eyes and not nearly enough whiskey in his blood, he licks his lips and manages a lopsided smile. [say]"Don't tell me you're going to stop now,"[/say] he mumbles.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-21-2021
[say]"Was?"[/say] Remi has the nerve to say, dramatically arching a brow and fixing Ronin with as offended a look as he can muster with the amount of heat currently in his cheeks.
There is a smartassey comment on the musician's lips, but he manages to swallow it down with a shake of his head. [say]"Only if I'm told to."[/say] He murmurs. Its been so long since Remi's first time, and since he's properly been with a woman in order to compare, that he wonders how much of a difference Ronin will notice. Surely his hands cover more of the mechanic's cock than a woman's would, but can he feel that they do? There's a difference in how it feels to kiss a man versus a woman, but would his erection notice a difference in their mouths? Maybe he'd ask about it later.
So it is that it's with lips that are slow, but not hesitant, that Remi takes the mechanic into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the head of the other man's cock before his fingers slide down his shaft to make way for lips eager to take in as much of him as they can. Now, there are some who are happy to shove things down their throats, but as a singer, Remi is perhaps more careful than most. Still, he thinks he manages well enough not to leave Ronin wanting.
Humming a note of satisfaction that begins as a growl in the back of his throat, Remi begins to slowly move his hands and lips in tandem. This isn't how he wants the mechanic to finish, but for a first-timer, the musician is happy to give Ronin the full tour of what being with a man might entail.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-21-2021
[say]"Was,"[/say] Ronin has the audacity to agree, a crooked smile on his lips that just about manages to stay there when he's gazing down at Remi, flushed and dramatically offended and grasping his cock. [say]"Now there's a good looking Italian in my bed."[/say] Ha ha, get it? Shut up Ronin. Honestly, though, as things proceed, the level of care and attention paid to things like the mechanic's comfort levels and consent have more than heat flooding through his belly, and it's with cheeks that are quickly flushing pink that Ronin's head tilts back to feel himself guided into Remi's mouth.
It is different, in ways that are both too subtle and too obvious for him to properly articulate. The one similarity, of course, is that it feels fucking good, and the musician between his legs is good at it, too. A breath shudders out of him, Ronin steeling himself to keep his hips from thrusting up, to stop his hand from plunging in to the back of soft curls to press down. In the end, one hand grasps the headboard behind him, the other fluttering along the back of Remi's neck.
[say]"Tuilleadh."[/say] It slips out before he can translate it, a breathless request for more.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-22-2021
[say]'Are we in a different apartment now?'[/say] Remi wants to know, despite very much not caring about the answer.
Just as it takes restraint on Ronin's part not to fuck Remi in the back of the throat or shove his head down onto his cock, so too does it take awareness on the musician's part. There is something about the fact that this is Ronin's first time that makes him positively smoulder. There's the knowledge too, that if he put his mind to it, he could probably make the man cum right now. Not right right now, but with enough of what the musician has picked up along the way, he's sure he could plough through whatever willpower Ronin had such that he'd never let Remi leave the space he occupied between his thighs.
Maybe it was ego, but then, Remi was used to playing to an audience, so perhaps it was just par for the course. That said, as much as he wanted to feel Ronin squirm and to feel his resolve melting away, god if he didn't also want to be fucked by this man. So perhaps that was just ego as well.
Still, Ronin asks for more and more he receives.
There's knowing what you're doing, and then there's knowing what you're doing from personal experience. So it is that as Ronin mumbles something that needs no translation, one of Remi's hands slips from where it had been on Ronin's thigh, to tuck around the mechanic's balls where he could simultaneously roll them between his hands as well as stimulate the soft skin below. All the while his own erection was fueled by the feeling of the cock in his mouth and lurid thoughts of stripping his pants off and taking the mechanic right then and there. He wouldn't, he already said as much, but there was always later, as they'd both already said.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-23-2021
It's a good thing that Remi doesn't care about the answer, because the only one Ronin can give is a stuttered exhalation that would be a ragged moan if only the mechanic would allow it to be. He'd not been lying when he'd said there hadn't been anyone else since his last relationship a few months back, and all of his senses are alive and in overdrive at the exquisite attention lavished upon him by a skilled tongue. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he groans eventually, just as the musician adds his hand into the mix. His back arches, though his hips stay put, much as he hates himself for it.
Remi is right - he could absolutely make Ronin cum right here and now should he want to. His resolve is a tenuous thing at best, and he hisses in a breath that he wishes gave him more willpower than it does. [say]"You better slow down, before I risk disappointing us both,"[/say] he just about warns, his fingers already starting to sneak through the back of the other man's curls.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-23-2021
They say heat rises, and if that's always the case, then Remi's body is currently defying physics. His heart might as well be a bellows given how every beat of it ignites a fresh flash of heat between his legs that makes his toes curl. [say]"You know...part of me is very tempted to ignore that advice."[/say] The musician admits in a dark tone coloured with mischief. The part of him that wants to recklessly ruin whatever else they might do together is overruled though, and it's only the much more rampant desire to know what it feels like to have this man inside of him that allows Remi to pull back from between the mechanic's legs.
Rising to his feet, Remi begins to unbutton his own pants now, stealing a look up Ronin's body that has his heart hammering even more. [say]"Still alright?"[/say] He asks gently, and only if the man before him agrees that it is, will he strip himself of the remainder of his clothes.