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RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-24-2021
More, Remi tells him, and Ronin happily complies. Still, by no means does he rush - more doesn't mean faster, and though his fingers flex against the other man's hips and his breath comes out in little more than a shudder against Remi's shoulder, he is no less careful as he eases himself in further.
[say]"Fuck,"[/say] he mutters, which is about as much coherence as the musician will get from him right now. It's been a hot minute since he's been this close to someone, as he's already explained, and this is very much jumping in at the deep end.
And finally there's nowhere further to go, for Ronin, and he leans in to trail his lips down the column of Remi's neck. [say]"Are you good?"[/say] he asks breathlessly, barely daring to move until he knows the other man's answer.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-24-2021
After the initial adjustment, Remi is able to unclench his jaw and release the breath he'd been holding. Breathing in stunted pants is perhaps no better, but with so much occurring simultaneously, so long as he breathes enough to keep from passing out, it's the least of his worries. Feeling the heat first of Ronin's body and then the press of skin against him as they finally come all the way together, Remi feels as though he grows a few inches as his back arcs up and into the man behind him.
[say]"Yeah."[/say] He says, or thinks he does. [say]"Yes."[/say] More confidently said and with something like laughter on his lips now, Remi tilts his head over his shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of the mechanic who'd fluttered kisses against his shoulder and who could now no longer say he hadn't had sex with a man before.
[say]"Okay for you?"[/say] Remi asks as he takes the liberty of rolling his hips forward and then back again so that Ronin might realize that the musician wasn't planning on simply being a passive participant in this.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-24-2021
Ronin almost feels drunk with sensation; the heat of Remi's skin as he presses kisses to his neck is nearly feverish, and the mechanic's hands can't seem to get enough of the body before him. And all of that is nothing - nothing compared to the feeling of Remi all around him, and the way the other man's hips roll drags a surprised groan from Ronin's throat. His mind doesn't even get a chance to give his body the green light before he's rising to meet the sensation, hissing in a breath and smiling against Remi's shoulder.
[say]"God, you have no idea,"[/say] he mumbles, his hips driving forward of their own accord now. There will never be another first time, and Ronin can safely say that he has every intention of repeating the performance and then some. (Then again, he'd have probably promised anything to Remi if it meant he didn't have to pause this moment). Shifting a little, the hand gripping the musician's hip slips down to grip the base of his cock, as if belatedly realising he can give Remi that handjob he'd missed out on the first time they'd met.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-24-2021
Ronin's thrust pushes a shivery gasp from Remi's lips that he quickly sips back, filling his lungs. [say]"I think I have some idea."[/say] He counters with a crooked smile. As his lungs fill and the muscles of his upper back shift, the foliage that has been crosshatched into his skin begin to shimmer with a faint sheen of sweat thanks to the press of their bodies.
Almost distractedly, one of Remi's eyes cracks open as he steals a glance to the side, wondering why the warmth against his hip has suddenly disappeared. [say]"Oh, I—"[/say] He gasps breathlessly, as Ronin's fingers close around his cock. The words disappear from his thoughts as the pressure of the mechanic's fingers seem to mirror the movement of their hips, flooding Remi with a bright whirlwind of sensation.
Raising himself up on one knee slightly more than the other and leaning back into Ronin, Remi's lips part to form words that go unsaid, as his eyes drift half-open toward the ceiling. [say]"Like that,"[/say] He manages on the exhalation of a gasp. [say]"Fuck, like that."[/say] It explodes behind his eyes and near his sternum like a flood of colour that paints everything in the same tones. Remi and Ronin might not know each other well, but the musician is finding it shockingly easy to fit against him in a way that makes his breathing grow ragged and his heart thunder.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-24-2021
Yes, on second thought, Remi probably has more than some idea about it, and if Ronin were in any state to comprehend as much, he might have laughed at his own inexperience. Luckily, perhaps, his thoughts are little more than scraps of phrases frittered to the wind; words in a mixture of languages, sensations and bursts of colour behind his eyes. His hand works in tandem with his thrusts, stroking against the length of Remi's cock at a pace that is absolutely unsustainable given how his hips already want to buck deeper and faster, held back only by a few strands of resolve.
And then fuck, but Remi's encouragement starts to break them one by one, Ronin lost to the ache in his hips and the backs of his thighs, relishing the burn of muscles that haven't indulged in this form of exercise for far too long. His climax is already starting to threaten like a buzz in the soles of his feet, but he tries to ignore the growing pleasure rumbling through him (good luck), at least wanting the other man to be able to say he had finished this time, before Ronin completely embarrasses himself with a lack of stamina.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-24-2021
[say]'I'm close—'[/say]It's a stupid thing to expect that the pair will finish at the same time. It was cinema, rather than porn, to blame for that terrible mindset. But just now, Remi isn't inclined at all to think about what aspects of his sexuality and sexual preferences and practices have to do with pop culture. Just now, all the musician wants is everything that Ronin has to offer, and, if he's being honest, even more.
[say]"Mmm, right there."[/say] Remi moans, his own hips bucking back against Ronin's now as his toes curl against the unfamiliar bedsheets. His head lolls forward for a moment, and the sight of Hallway's hand wrapped around him has Remi's breath blundering through his lips, forming unsaid and inarticulate pleas on the way. Not unlike riding a rollercoaster, the moments of anticipation and adrenaline that accompany the moments just before the fall are a pleasure in their own right. Static fills the soles of Remi's feet and his fingertips suddenly feel frantic in their inability to tangibly latch onto the feeling.
[say]"Fuck Ronin—"[/say] It's both an exclamation and a command, that unless the mechanic's previous sexual escapades have been very poor indeed, should be easily understood regardless of sexuality.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-24-2021
[say]"So am I,"[/say] Ronin moans against the crook of Remi's neck, his hand squeezing and stroking harder along the length of the other man's cock, as if in response to his own building orgasm. Remi arches back against him and the mechanic forgets to fucking breathe with the pleasure that whipcracks through his body in response, and if that wasn't enough, the encouragement that spills from the other man's lips does the rest.
Ronin's willpower finally snaps, and it's with a ragged curse that is half mumbled around the musician's name that he drives his hips forward, deep and hard and fast in response to the almost command given to him. He's already too close to the edge to stop himself, and the exquisite movement of their bodies, the smell of sex and sweat, it shoves him over entirely.
[say]"Fuck".[/say] It's with a final thrust that nearly topples them both against the headboard that Ronin cums, that pleasure roars through his bones and up into the back of his throat, and he selfishly loses himself to it for a stolen couple of moments.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-24-2021
Remi doesn't know who cums first, but nor does he care. All he knows is the weightlessness that descends upon him despite how their bodies are pitched forward and seemingly fused together. He'll owe Hallway a new pillow cover probably, but that's a concern for later. Adrift in the final tremors that still spark through his muscles, as Remi opens his eyes, he's almost surprised to find that everything is just as it was a few moments ago. The headboard hasn't shattered away, his fingers are still pressed against the wall that hasn't changed colour or size, and for the roar of blood in his ears and their combined laboured breathing, there isn't much else to hear.
It's strangely mundane given how animated and bright everything had seemed moments ago, and Remi finds he rather hates it.
He and Ronin have already done awkward quite a few times in the past day, and so Remi isn't quite as apprehensive to have the whole we just fucked, now what? conversation, as he might otherwise have been.
Once his breathing is more or less under control, Remi lets his back stretch slightly as he tilts his chin over his shoulder. [say]"Well?"[/say] He asks with just enough of a smile that one of his dimples begins to show. [say]"You sounded like you didn't hate it."[/say]
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-24-2021
Honestly, the state of his sheets are the last thing on Ronin's mind as he comes down from the euphoria that has draped itself over him. His eyes blink open as Remi shifts a bit, and he feels a smile curling across his lips. [say]"I categorically did not hate it,"[/say] he says through a breathless laugh, aware suddenly that he still has the other man clasped against him as if he's chasing the pleasure of it all.
His grip softens, and his cheeks are already flushed enough to appropriately disguise how charming he suddenly finds the musician, with his dimpled cheeks and lazy wit. [say]"It didn't sound as though I was terrible either."[/say] Though Remi might have just been doing him a kindness; Ronin wouldn't have blamed him for it.
Dropping a gentle kiss against the other man's shoulder, Ronin slowly and carefully begins to ease himself away, more than aware that his own body is still singing in overdrive. [say]"I don't have great coffee here, sorry,"[/say] he warns Remi playfully, [say]"so unless you want to go out or order in, it's either instant, more whiskey, or some cans of Coke that might be in my fridge."[/say]
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-24-2021
[say]'Ah, but perhaps I am just easy.'[/say] Remi counters cruelly, though the warmth on his cheeks and the shine of playfulness in his gaze, suggests he doesn't at all mean it. The kiss against his shoulder has the musician pausing as Ronin extracts himself, finding the gesture shockingly sweet. The pair don't know each other that well, but already Remi is already betting that this won't be a one-night-stand. Even if it just becomes a story between two friends of, remember that one time we had sex..? if the past 24 hours are any indication, there is something between them. He just doesn't know what. This is all just to say that Remi realizes he can't just towel himself off and head home (not that he wants to), but nor would it be appropriate to kiss Ronin again, right now. That would be too much.
But as Remi already said, the in-between was really not a place he was comfortable in.
Raising his eyebrows and schooling his expression into one of polite thoughtfulness, Remi nods at the offered options. [say]"It's like you want me to run out of here."[/say] He says at last with a roll of his eyes and a grin. Sliding off of the bed and heading toward the bathroom again to wash off, he grabs his phone out of his jacket on the way and waggles it over his shoulder. [say]"I will order us something. What's your address?"[/say]
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-24-2021
[say]"I don't believe it,"[/say] Ronin counters right back; call it the post-sex haze, the rush of endorphins or whatever other names there might be for it, but the mechanic is probably the most relaxed he's ever been in Remi's presence. He shifts to sit on the bed and watch the musician's (very fine) ass as he saunters away to the bathroom, leaning back on his hands. [say]"If you come over again I'll make sure I have some of those weird paper things for the coffee and everything!"[/say] he calls, like that will make it better.
Weird though he feels to let someone else order something for them when it's his place - Remi is a guest - the other man has also deemed Ronin's taste in food and drink as garbage, so this is probably the safer option. Calling his address down to the musician, he ruffles his fingers through his hair and heads down towards the bathroom as well. [say]"Dare I ask what you'll be ordering?"[/say] he wonders.
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-24-2021
[say]"Oil filters do not count."[/say] Remi scolds over his shoulder, though he can't deny that there's a bubble of laughter that seems to fill the back of his throat in a way that reminds him of helium. It's stupid and the mechanic has terrible taste in food and music, but as Remi clicks the bathroom door behind him, he feels a lingering warmth in his chest that suggests despite all of their ups and downs, he might just be the littlest bit smitten by Ronin. At least until the man does something properly idiotic and he goes back to nearly hating him.
Opening the door, once again he finds himself in precisely the position he'd been not fifteen minutes prior. This time though they're both wearing smirks that border on the shit-eating. [say]"You seem like the type to put almost anything in your mouth, at least once."[/say] Remi says, as if this somehow is the true measure of Ronin. Raising a challenging brow, the musician's head tilts slightly to the side as one eye narrows. [say]'Unless you have any allergies I should know about...no. You cannot ask what I am ordering."[/say]
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Ronin - 04-24-2021
[say]"Well, fuck. I've been rumbled."[/say] Ronin chuckles, glancing across towards the small kitchenette and wondering if just regular paper will do. Probably definitely not, but he's tempted to try if only to see the Italian outrage on his guest's face. He does find himself smiling at the thought of it, straightening up as Remi emerges from the bathroom. And as he sidles in to wash up as well, he can't even feign offence as the other man makes his measure of him.
[say]"Twice if I'm not sure."[/say] He winks, before closing the door. [say]"No allergies, but if you're expecting me to eat anything with chopsticks, you're risking your own opinion of me dropping even lower."[/say] It's a warning that's called through the door, and by the time Ronin emerges it feels as though he should be able to conduct himself a little more like an adult - and yet, no.
Still twitterpated and trying (not very hard) not to think about all that has just happened between them, he goes to fetch his clothes to pull them on. [say]"Can I ask you something?"[/say]
RE: whiskey, smoke and aces high - Remi - 04-24-2021
[say]'You've been rumbled?"[/say] Remi repeats, finding himself endearing amused by this turn of phrase. He understands what Ronin means—probably—but given their different dialects he can't imagine that this will be the first time that one of them says something thoroughly alien to the other.
[say]'You would.'[/say] The musician finds himself grumbling, not even realizing that he's said it as if he has any basis at all on which to base this assumption about the mechanic. [say]'Bold of you to assume there's anywhere lower for it to go.'[/say] He calls back with a laugh, slipping upstairs to retrieve his underwear and pants from where they'd been discarded at the foot of the bed.
Glancing down at himself as he does up the buttons and fly of his pants (one would think this wouldn't require visual oversight, and yet..), Remi can't help the immediacy of his answer. [say]"You just did."[/say] He chuckles, already flinching as if knowing he's likely going to be hit for his mischief. Reaching for his shirt but keeping it balled up in his hands, he raises a brow. [say]"You don't strike me as the sort who asks if he can ask questions."[/say] He points out.