whiskey, smoke and aces high

bandcamp

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

Like a spring rain onto molten lava, the sounds of pleasure punctuated by his own is exactly as Remi had asked for, and is entirely too much for him to withstand. On the edge of dizziness with no intention of stepping back, Remi tightens his fingers on Ronin's shoulder, his arm anchoring the mechanic against him as the hand previously gripping his cock moves to his thigh. The musician comes not to the sound of skin against skin drumming out an impossible rhythm, but to the pounding of his own heart and the rhythm of Ronin's beneath his fingertips. He hugs the other man on the crest of his orgasm more than he fucks him, and as he does cum, it's with a cramp in his leg that his bliss has blocked out entirely, and Ronin's name tangled around curse words spoken in another language.

For a long moment, years perhaps, Remi keeps his eyes closed, his forehead pressed against the back of Ronin's shoulder as stupid phrases like I love you, pulse on his tongue even though they aren't true. It's just the sort of sentiment that Remi's mind associates with this sort of pleasure, but wisely he allows only kisses to eventually spill from his lips. "Fuck," He sighs decadently, as his grip loosens from where it had (rather possessively) wound around the mechanic.

"Want to come and shower off?"

we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!