All That Glitters

Remi confirmed that yes, he did understand what he was saying and yes, he knew it might be uncomfortable. Sam stared at him for a moment with an unreadable expression, his eyes moving over Remi's face as he chewed at his lip. Would this be a mistake? Remi was right - it would be safe, easier. But doing this so early could toss them off balance, ruin any chance they had at finding a new normal. But wasn't this also how they'd started last time? Reasoning (or the yearning desire in Sam's chest) finally won out and he stepped forward, gestured for Remi to give out his wrist. It seemed less intimate than the neck, meant they could keep some distance between them during the inevitable wave of pleasure. When he had Remi's wrist in his hand he hesitated for just a moment, warring with the romantic desire in him and the more primal needs of his Ascended self, telling them to make this slow, respectful. "T-tell me. If you need me to stop, at any..any time." He whispered, then leaned down to bite. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness