On This Night

The urge to smile at the way Sam shifted beneath him was stifled by the way his lips remained in a perfect O of tension around him. The tug on his hair was about as subtle as Remi had been as a lion helping to disperse the bats in Sam's bookshop, but he obeyed just the same. Pulling his lips away, Remi wasted no time in ascending back up the length of Sam's body. While he did so, more of the lubricant appeared in his hand, which he slathered on himself with a shuddering breath. He wasn't nearly as close as Sam was, but even so with the lingering effects of the bite still lapping at his senses, his focus was addled to say the least. "You will want to tense up, but don't.." Remi whispered, his lips sweeping across Sam's cheeks as he positioned himself between his legs. One hand scooped behind Sam's neck, while the other guided his erection to the hollow of Sam's ass. Not pushing forward yet, he cradled the back of the bookmaker's thigh, holding the inside of Sam's leg against his hip. The hand behind Sam's head clenched slightly as he could feel his entire body give an involuntary shudder of anticipation, echoing down through his body and to the head of his cock which gave a twitch against Sam. Lowering his head to capture Sam's lips in a kiss, Remi's hips moved forwards slowly. The willpower it took not to immediately crash himself inside of Sam was dizzying, and for a moment the alchemist's lips stalled against the bookmaker's as he inhaled a stuttered rasp of air. "S-s am—" Remi moaned against the all-too familiar lips now, his eyes fluttering open slightly but not seeing. "Are you...i-is this..?" He tried again, but the words died between the small sips of air he was forced to take to keep himself from going too far too fast. Still, the hand on the outside of Sam's thigh clenched with what might have been claws as he forced himself to wait, to hear that Sam was alright. pffffft you win. remi Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here