here we go again

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

"I thought we weren't pretending anymore." Remi replies with a wry smile, though his mind is already reeling. Twenty seconds? Was that a lot, or a little? Was he meant to keep track, or would Ronin? Would-

-I want.
"Gods me too." And then Ronin is leaning in, and it's fast in all the wrong ways because Remi hasn't had the time to lick his lips—will they be too dry?—and he still hasn't figured out his hands, and-

-everything stops. Ronin's lips are warm and shaped just as Remi remembered them being. There isn't enough pressure, not enough contact, but he sinks into it just the same.(wait, how many seconds has it been?), Remi is in the process of overthinking if his tongue makes this less chaste than it's meant to be, when Ronin pulls back. Eyes fluttering open, Remi looks like a man coming out of some sort of coma or daze, for how bewildered and lost he seems. Exhaling a heavy breath as if he'd been the one pulling the wagon, he blinks a few times as he ruffles a hand through his curls.

"That was not twenty seconds." Remi replies, squeezing closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them to give his husband a crookedly reproachful look.

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