Been here the whole time

Loren didn’t mind the paint in the slightest. Actually it was kind of cute: Remi always had a attractively dishevelled look to him, like the mad alchemist he was, and so this look suited him. Then again, Loren was so starved for affection and for the chance to actually, well, be with someone in an almost public way that he would’ve ignored anything short of a mortal wound. Okay, maybe if Remi had been bleeding at all Loren would’ve insisted the alchemist get treated—or treated it himself, if the injury had been minor enough and his paltry skills at restoration had remained intact (note to self: systematically test changes in magic at some point)—but paint was a harmless liquid. Besides, Loren was thirsty and hungry at the same time for the taste of the other man. After all, the brief time they’d actually spent together, physically, had been rudely interrupted by their transportation to this world; it had let him feeling weirdly empty and entirely disatisfied. While they probably couldn’t pick up exactly where they left off, Loren was more than willing to try. At the very least, it seemed that Remi still felt this was worth a try. And the former librarian felt the same way. Perhaps even more than a try: Loren was committed to pursuing this for as long as he could. As their lips crashed together in a tangle of tongues and Remi’s hands fell to his hips, Loren groaned with need. Already, he was lost in a sea of pleasure and they’d just gotten started. Once they got to where Loren fully intended to take them—where he’d wanted to take them last time before they were stopped by forces beyond their control—he couldn’t imagine what it would feel like. Beyond good, of course. Though Loren was nearly desperate with need, he was also aware (in the small and rapidly shrinking sliver of his mind as his blood rushed elsewhere that was capable of conscious thought) that this was still, presumably, Remi’s first time. The Launceleyn could well remember his first time, since it hadn’t been that long ago. It had been painful, at first, but worth it in the end. And he wanted that for Remi too. Growling now with impatience, Loren kept one hand in Remi’s almost too luxurious hair—and being able to freely touch it filled the former duke with a thrill—as the other snaked around the other man’s lower back to tug the two of them closer. For just a brief moment Loren wanted their bodies to be pressed together, to feel the full length of Remi and for Remi to feel the full length of Loren. Even with just this brief amount of contact, it would be clear to the other man that the Launceleyn was ready and literally up for more. That done, he started pawing at the bottom of the alchemist’s shirt, trying to pull it off one-handed so he could continue deepening the kiss. They should probably surface for air (or talk, or something) but Loren was reluctant to stop lest they not be able to continue. Again. However, it made the removal of clothing quite difficult, since they were so close and he wasn’t willing to create enough distance to take off shirts and drop trousers just yet. LOREN Not quite an open book