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

There was a fine line between enjoying the frustration and flailing about like horny teenagers, and with Ronin's gasp pressed against his lips, for the life of him Remi didn't know which side of the line they were on. Sliding his hands around that he might grasp Hallway's hips, the musician tugs them down against his own as one of his legs slinks around Ronin's legs to increase the pressure.

With a low groan that starts in the back of his throat, Remi's leg curls higher around the back of Ronin's knees as he frees one hand from his waist to tangle in the mechanic's hair. Pulling his shoulders off the bed while pressing down on the back of Ronin's head, the musician's kisses are more breathless than they had been before; his own lips stutter mid-kiss as heat travels up the inside of his thighs and his hips rock upward again.

"More?" Remi asks against Hallway's lips, very much wanting to roll the man over and strip him of his pants (and yes, shoes as well). But moment-jarring though it might be, especially for someone's first time, Remi wasn't just going to be okay with what he assumed was silent consent.

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