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
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses
Great minds and all that; had Ronin not found a way to draw out even more contact, Remi would have. Just as he was about to lean over Hallway and straddle him, suddenly Remi was being tugged down and god if that wasn't the infinitely better choice. Couches are not typically made for full-grown men make out on like this, but fuck if Remi isn't content to make himself fit in any way he needs to.
Despite the urge to press himself against Ronin in every way that counts, he awkwardly braces himself with one knee on the couch and the other leg half on the floor, to keep himself raised just enough that he hopes Hallway hates it. To think we could have had this last night, Remi thinks to himself and nearly says, were it not for the fact that he can't get enough of the tongue pressing against his own and the whiskey-sweet taste of both of their lips. "So..." Remi manages after a moment, forcing himself to stop and think lest one head runs away with him. "...does that mean you're good for sex and no marriage, too?" He wonders, peering down at Ronin as the butterflies in his stomach all but ignite with anticipation. It isn't that he's trying to come across as overly eager, so much as he wants them to be on the same page, especially if this was Ronin's first time.
Oh fuck; this was Ronin's first time.
Despite the urge to press himself against Ronin in every way that counts, he awkwardly braces himself with one knee on the couch and the other leg half on the floor, to keep himself raised just enough that he hopes Hallway hates it. To think we could have had this last night, Remi thinks to himself and nearly says, were it not for the fact that he can't get enough of the tongue pressing against his own and the whiskey-sweet taste of both of their lips. "So..." Remi manages after a moment, forcing himself to stop and think lest one head runs away with him. "...does that mean you're good for sex and no marriage, too?" He wonders, peering down at Ronin as the butterflies in his stomach all but ignite with anticipation. It isn't that he's trying to come across as overly eager, so much as he wants them to be on the same page, especially if this was Ronin's first time.
Oh fuck; this was Ronin's first time.
ThE RoCkStAr
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
