you learn to live without

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

Every stumble of words from the ascended was punctuated by a hot and needy breath in his ear. Remi seemed to snarl at the spoken words as if he might crushed them between his jaws that were growing more and more leonine by the moment. His thrusts too because more insistent as if he might fuck the words right out of Sam, though likely it only made it worse.

'Was? You still are. Just look at you." Remi hissed against copper hair, the tentacle around Sam's cock tightening as if the man's admission was deserving of pain.

"Still begging for more." He panted, cheeks flushing with the bookmaker's request. A bite had been what brought them together that first time after all. "Do you remember.." He hissed against Sam's ear, as the hand around his throat loosened and rose. "..you were ready to let me fuck you in that cave." It's a dream, memories can be what they want. "Just one bite of me and you were on your back, legs spread." Gods he was close now. The urge to shove Sam fully against the wall and fuck him raw was as strong as it had ever been. But he restrained himself, if only because like Sam, he knew how much better it would be with teeth pressed into his skin.

Pressing his wrist roughly against Sam's lips, Remi thrust hard as if meaning to make up for the fact that he hadn't a free hand to slap at Sam's ass the way he wanted to. "Go on then you whore."