[Seasonal Event] Escape From/To You

Remi laughed softly. "That is one of my worst habits, you will come to find. I tend to hold my breath when I am concentrating." Many thought it was quite annoying, but Remi found he couldn't really help it. It was just something he'd started to do, and he only really noticed it when he suddenly wooshed out an entire lung-full of air. As Sam's body rose beneath his, Remi tilted his head to the side, as if beginning to try and make himself shake it no. But hardly made it. His willpower had weakened significantly given all which had happened during LongNight already, and his emotional tank was as empty as it had ever been. There was perhaps a few drops left thanks to what little sleep he'd managed to get before Sam had started speaking to him. It would be enough—had to be enough—to get himself under control. —Then...you must k-keep trying. Remi's breath fluttered on his lips, the muscles of his torso tensing as Sam's fingers oh-so gently rippled across. His hands on either side of Sam tensed for a moment, claws appearing from his nails and cutting against the blankets as the alchemist grit his teeth. The heat in his belly was overwhelming, the urge to drive his hips down too powerful to stomach. "Sam.."" Remi whined, but the sound turned into gravel at the back of his throat as something much more predatory and less patient took over. The lion in him felt Sam's wandering fingers, and thought it was adorable that the man thought there was time for that sort of teasing. With a growl Remi's head lowered, his lips pressing kisses against Sam's neck as his hands wandered lower; not to touch yet, but to flip. If he could, Remi would try to roll Sam onto his stomach and then force him forward, and up so that they were both kneeling the same direction. Remi's kisses continued, his teeth making more and more appearances as his hands wound around Sam's middle beginning to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt. With a lower and insistent growl, claws appeared on Remi's hands, slashing away at the strings holding the buttons to the cloth and easily revealing the man beneath. "I'll fix it—I'll..." But his mind was lost in a fog, of Sam, Sam, Sam. One that occurred naturally this time, no teeth required. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences