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Remi's mind was a blur of sensation, everything heightened and prismatic as if in a daydream. The roar of blood in his ears made it hard for his mind to comprehend with any precision what it was the fox had said, but as they fumbled to their feet, Ianto's arms laced around him and a not-so-subtle nudging of horizontal flesh pressing against his lower back, Remi could only grin his acknowledgement.

Reaching back for one of Ianto's hands, unable to keep his own off of the fox for any length of time, the alchemist began to lead them down the hallway just off of the kitchen. The Guildhall was enormous and though having lived here for a few weeks now, Remi hadn't bothered at all to look behind all of the closed doors. He knew at least a few of the ones at this end were no larger than offices, but he did think that there was a room with a bed somewhere near the back. Though given the way something inside of his belly kindled with a pervasive sort of fire at the mere thought of the fox being inside of him, if he was wrong, he didn't think he had it in him to try again.

And so it was that as Remi turned the handle only to find an empty room, he tugged the fox in anyways. "It does not matter—" He tried to whisper in a coherent voice, but what was normally melodic was now gruff and husky. "I want you. Remi added, his voice coloured by need now as he tried to draw the fox's naked body to his own, a hand tangled in Ianto's copper as he desperately sought out the merchant's lips.

I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally

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