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

"Was?" Remi has the nerve to say, dramatically arching a brow and fixing Ronin with as offended a look as he can muster with the amount of heat currently in his cheeks.

There is a smartassey comment on the musician's lips, but he manages to swallow it down with a shake of his head. "Only if I'm told to." He murmurs. Its been so long since Remi's first time, and since he's properly been with a woman in order to compare, that he wonders how much of a difference Ronin will notice. Surely his hands cover more of the mechanic's cock than a woman's would, but can he feel that they do? There's a difference in how it feels to kiss a man versus a woman, but would his erection notice a difference in their mouths? Maybe he'd ask about it later.

So it is that it's with lips that are slow, but not hesitant, that Remi takes the mechanic into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the head of the other man's cock before his fingers slide down his shaft to make way for lips eager to take in as much of him as they can. Now, there are some who are happy to shove things down their throats, but as a singer, Remi is perhaps more careful than most. Still, he thinks he manages well enough not to leave Ronin wanting.

Humming a note of satisfaction that begins as a growl in the back of his throat, Remi begins to slowly move his hands and lips in tandem. This isn't how he wants the mechanic to finish, but for a first-timer, the musician is happy to give Ronin the full tour of what being with a man might entail.

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