Been here the whole time

Remi felt the briefest roar forming in the back of his throat; a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest. Indeed, the more Loren's affections increased within him his more primary urges, the more forefront his alter-ego wanted to be. Even so, not even the predator could pull Remi's mind from its narrow focus. The alchemist was all-consumed in this moment which fate had waylaid for far too long. Sandwiching Loren between the door and his body, the alchemist pressed himself against the former duke, luxuriating in the thrill of Loren's skin against his own. Even as the magician took notice of his new wounds, Remi could scarcely pause to care. As Remi was forced to break away so that Loren could literally work his magic, the alchemist gave a shaky and lovingly frustrated sigh. "I am fine." Remi assured (he wasn't, the trauma of that night still haunted him quite frequently), but with Loren within his grasp it felt like it might be true. As Loren's hands poured magic into his body, his own hands were still busy at work on the librarian's body. This was a landscape he had only begun to map, and if this meagre distance was what Loren's magic required, then Remi would make the best of it. Scouring with both his eyes and his hands, Remi inhaled sharply as he tried to draw Loren's hips back against him. He was sure Loren's back could arch enough to take it. Holding him there with one hand, the other roamed up Loren's side, his fingers pulsing as they walked their way up to oh-so gently rub against one of the Launceleyn's nipples; Remi's palm making the most delicate of rotations against the sensitive skin.   As Loren's nails raked down his sides, Remi shivered as the sensation caused goosebumps to trail behind the magician's hands. Lips against his once again, Remi thrust his hips against Loren's, happily pinning him between him between the wood of the door as well as his own, as his tongue and lips sought to greedily communicate the depth of his want and need. When Loren pulled away Remi couldn't help but gasp with delight as well as preparation for what the Launceleyn's lips and hands suggested was about to come. Indeed as Loren's lips found his nipples Remi gasped feeling his body already wanting to grow weak despite the fact that Loren's ministrations had only just begun. Moving around Loren so that it was he who could lean against the door, the alchemist swallowed and tried to take a steadying breath that only seemed to fan the kindling fire in his belly rather than dampen it slightly. Biting his lip as his gaze met Loren's, Remi tried to still the building pressure that already threatened to overwhelm him. Remi might not have been a selfish man by any means, but his body certainly had other thoughts on the matter, and delaying gratification for something better was not something it understood. Indeed as Loren's lips closed around him, the alchemist all but fell back against the door as his eyes rolled upwards and his breathing became a pant. Last time they'd not ended up this way, and now with the warmth and the wet and the pressure of Loren's lips and tongue Remi felt himself immediately spiralling far too quickly towards euphoria.  Reaching a hand down to steady himself against Loren as well as encourage, Remi tangled his fingers in the blonde of Loren's hair while his other hand clenched and unclenched at his side. "Not too—" fast but the word was cut off by a moan that started with an Lor but then dissolved into the sound made by Remi panting despite biting his lip. He wouldn't last, not at this rate, and indeed the hand on Loren's head was caught between the will of his mind and body: one wanted to encourage Loren on while the other wanted to force the Launceleyn into giving him a respite. Glancing down of course made the situation infinitely worse and despite the best intentions of his mind Remi's hips slowly started moving in tandem with Loren's rhythm. remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence