whiskey, smoke and aces high

It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses

The other night notwithstanding, Remi is convinced he can't be Ronin's first. Kissing men isn't unlike kissing women, but it's certainly different enough that the boldness of Ronin's lips against his own and how easily they slide together speaks of experience beyond just a sloppy encounter in the back of a bar and a fumbled kiss on a piano bench.

Ronin's gloves pull at his curls in a way he'd normally shy away from (Remi can deal with his hair being pulled, but it's those sharp individual-hair snags he hates), but in this moment, he couldn't care less. So when Ronin parts with a suggestion and innuendo on his lips, Remi finds himself flushed and a touch breathless. "What, you mean you don't just live in this parking stall?" He manages with a crooked smile,  his fingertips sliding from Hallway's collar onto his shoulder to better help Remi dismount...and conveniently find his way against Ronin properly. Exhaling, his pale stare narrowing slightly as he gazes easily into Hallway's sea-blues, he bites the inside of his cheek with a smirk. "I kissed a boy and I liked it.." He sings in a soft falsetto voice, vaguely approximating Katy Perry as his cheeks flush again.

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