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
As Ronin falls backward, Remi is tempted to keep himself upright that he might appreciate what has suddenly been laid out before him. Before he can though, he's being tugged down and then rolled onto his side, and then his back. Hearing an apology is one of the last things the musician is expecting, and it's with a breathless expression of concern that he glances down between them where Ronin is unbuttoning his pants.
On the one hand, he gets it. On the other hand, it's all a bit clumsy and fast and——but then Ronin is covering him and for the first time Remi can properly feel the other man against him, and it dissolves all of his thoughts in a static-y blur. Moaning feels a bit too vocal just now, but it's a ragged breath that leaves Remi's lips as his tilts his chin toward the top of Ronin's head.
Kicking his shoes off with some effort (he is rather pinned by the other man), Remi's hands keenly begin to explore Ronin anew. There are scars that slice the otherwise smooth skin from wounds he may or may not ask about later. Tilting his head back slightly to give Ronin access to whatever parts of his neck he might want, Remi's fingers slide down to the mechanic's lower back, dipping beneath the perimeter of his previously skin-tight pants. His own hips rise as his fingers press down in a gesture that's as much of a question as it is an encouragement.
On the one hand, he gets it. On the other hand, it's all a bit clumsy and fast and——but then Ronin is covering him and for the first time Remi can properly feel the other man against him, and it dissolves all of his thoughts in a static-y blur. Moaning feels a bit too vocal just now, but it's a ragged breath that leaves Remi's lips as his tilts his chin toward the top of Ronin's head.
Kicking his shoes off with some effort (he is rather pinned by the other man), Remi's hands keenly begin to explore Ronin anew. There are scars that slice the otherwise smooth skin from wounds he may or may not ask about later. Tilting his head back slightly to give Ronin access to whatever parts of his neck he might want, Remi's fingers slide down to the mechanic's lower back, dipping beneath the perimeter of his previously skin-tight pants. His own hips rise as his fingers press down in a gesture that's as much of a question as it is an encouragement.
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.
