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

Guided backwards, it's with a flush of fire in the balls of his feet that his back finds the doorframe. As Ronin breaks the kiss the musician's eyes slip partially closed as his head leans back, losing himself in the feel of this near-stranger's hands on him as his lips whisper out kisses in a language he doesn't understand. Not being the one who particularly needs to last in what he's now fairly sure is indeed going to happen next, Remi lets his hips rock forward into Ronin's hand, his ass tensing between the man's roving fingers. His legs feel as though they might buckle thanks to the mechanics slow and measured strokes, but there's enough adrenaline in his veins that he thinks he might be able to lift the man up and carry up back up to his bed as well.

'Do you just want to stand here touching me outside your bathroom?" Remi wonders, his voice a rough whisper near Ronin's ear. Just as quickly as their combined idiocy had put a damper on things, so too had whatever spark between them ignited it again. "Because I want you." He adds, his desire giving him tunnel vision as he lets his cheek drift down and to the side, hoping to capture Hallway's lips such that there wouldn't be room for a misunderstanding this time.

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