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

It's an interesting thing indeed, to be emotionally and physically vulnerable with someone and having absolutely no idea how they'll react. In Remi's mind, it's just as likely that Ronin would tell him to fuck off and stop wasting his time as it is to see him straighten and smile. It's welcome of course, but it certainly doesn't make it any easier to try and figure this man out.

Genuinely the musician doesn't know if the moment has passed or not. His erection is still very much trying to offer his counterpart a salute, but the heat in his belly has dramatically cooled. Not at the stage where things can so easily be remedied with sweet kisses on cheeks, there's really only one way to see if the embers had been fully doused or if something could still be kindled.

Reaching for the hand Ronin had used to make his vow, Remi doesn't seek to lace his fingers through the mechanics but instead lowers it between them, pressing his palm against the top of his cock. Sipping in a breath as he steps forward, he aims a kiss for Ronin's lips that in no way attempts to be conciliatory or soft. This might not be just a one-night stand, but it certainly wasn't anything more.
Not yet. (Or ever, at this rate)

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