jump, then fall

i'm not the man they think i am at home

'I will tell you after,' Remi chuckles with a shake of his head, and were the words not heard through ears much more interested in the quiet moans he'd heard from Finn earlier, the alchemist might have noticed the way the words didn't quite dance off of the Spyglass's tongue, as they should have done. Or, he'll tell Finn now, but not with his words. Instead, Remi pours feeling into the man in his arms as a way of translating; the reds of Remi's desire mingle with the slow-blues of Finn's own arousal, and it's this newly made purple that the alchemist is truly taken by. Not one of them over the other, but the higher places they might reach when the both of them find themselves in sync.

And so with that in mind, Remi's fingers continue again, trying to tease out the sounds he'd heard from Finn moments ago and to coax the man to relax back against him once again