On This Night

Remi too was aware that he was still inside Sam, and it would be a lie to say that the alchemist hadn't fully expected Sam to just forget that sex was usually a two-person activity and simply roll over and fall asleep. Remi would have allowed him this of course, but he couldn't deny the way flames rekindled in his belly and his cock twitched even as Sam poorly navigated around what it was he was suggesting. Still, Remi didn't want it to be too much too fast for the bookmaker. Lubrication or not, it was still his first time and by no means was the alchemist small. Remi's heart rate had already accelerated again despite this brief respite, and as his lips lowered to Sam's ear, his breath came out in a husky and heated pant. "Tell me if it is too much." He whispered, but already his hips had begun to move and a moan slipped from his lips. Briefly Remi considered altering their position, but thought better of it. He thought perhaps Sam might read too much into Remi turning him around and taking him from behind, inferring that Remi didn't want to see his face as he came. Besides, it wasn't as though he wasn't perfectly content where he was. The hand beneath Sam's shoulder curled possessively against the bone once again, and rather than grasping onto the sheets as he had before, Remi's other hand ghosted down Sam's body to the outside of his thigh and the curve of his ass, gripping the flesh there as his head bowed against the bookmaker's shoulder. With a grunt that was entirely a sound fueled by desire, Remi's hips rocked forward in earnest now, the sound of flesh against flesh competing with the roar of blood in his ears and the sound of his own moan's against Sam's neck. remi Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here