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

Were they not so far into this—and if one of his heads wasn't already starting to call the shots over the other—the musician might have been more jilted by Hallway's comment. Already there is a flare of annoyance in the pit of his stomach and the start of something biting behind his lips, as he wonders why trying to ensure consent from his first-time first-time partner is being mocked.

Even the sight of the mechanic's lily-white ass as he rolls over isn't enough to heat what is rapidly starting to cool and the combination of more snark is not tempered by the warm blue eyes that rise to meet his. 'I'm just going to go wash up.' Remi mumbles as the heat in his cheeks darken slightly. Ronin's apartment isn't so large that he won't be able to find his way there on his own he suspects.

Easily enough done (but not before almost walking into a closet), Remi closes the door behind him and turns on the tap. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he takes wraps his fingers around the edge of the sink, the musician has to wonder if this is worth it. He and Ronin seem to mix as often as they rub against one another and he honestly, his erection is making it hard to tell if the sex will be worth the effort.

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