On This Night

Driving himself towards orgasm, images flashed before his eyes now that the anecdote to his worrying supplied by Sam's fangs had entirely worn off. Helpless to resist, Remi's mind wandered and stuttered through half-formed images and imaginings. He felt the muscles in his legs tense as the pressure building low in his spine was finally stoked to a tipping point. The alchemist's toes curled as he drove himself hard and deep into Sam, momentarily forgetting about the newness of this for the bookmaker and losing himself entirely in the crest of his orgasm. As he came, Remi's head sank against Sam and tears came unbidden to his eyes as he thrust a final time forward, hands clenching against the freckled flesh of Sam's leg. The moan on his lips had not quite been a name, but it had been in Remi's mind. The lanky and un-muscular frame beneath him, the smell of books... The wake of his orgasm left the alchemist feeling hollow and guilty, and even as his muscles relaxed and his lips formed a breathless kiss on Sam's neck, Remi squeezed his eyes closed as the pinpricks of tears continued to stab at the back of his eyes. The cold rush of something like shame sloshed blackly in his belly and the back of his mind and the alchemist had to swallow down the beginnings of a sob building in the back of his throat. The feeling of Sam's hands gently scouring his back made Remi want to curl into a ball and hide from his confusion and conflicting feelings, but instead he forced himself to rally, breathing in deeply and flutter his eyes to clear them before rising to slowly kiss at the flesh beneath him made salty by the alchemist's light sheen of sweat. A flurry of kisses marked the path from Sam's neck to his lips, as Remi smiled, pulling himself up and away to flop next to the bookmaker on the bed. "Mmhmm." The alchemist hummed, rolling onto his back and stretching an arm around Sam. remi Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here