jump, then fall

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

It's strange, how similar we all sound when there's little more than wordless agreement pushing past our lips. There is no accent to it, no tone of voice, just breath with a bit of life to it. And so it's with a smile that Finn will feel against his skin that the alchemist shifts himself that he might enter the Spyglass.

I want you, Remi had once admitted to Finn. But gods, he hadn't meant like this.

Slowly he pushes himself forward, meaning to experience the same dizzying commitment to pleasure that he'd forced Ronin to endure. Moaning a note of relief and bliss, the alchemist's hips begin to find a rhythm that he matches instinctively with his hand. The arm stretched beneath their pillows and Finn's head tries to curl back around, wanting to hold more of the man in his arms than he's capable of, but their current positions all but forbid it, godly strength and dexterity or not. Giving up, Remi just sighs with utter contentment against the shell of Finn's ear, letting his hand and his body act on their own accord so that he might simply sink into the feeling as he had done before.