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

"I would like to think so." Remi agrees, and were his thoughts not filled by all that was to come, he might have laughed.

Turning his gaze to the headboard and forcing himself to exhale out the tension that has brought his shoulders to his ears, Remi lets his eyes close. The kisses fluttering down his neck have him melting, one consequence of which has his hips relaxing by degrees. His heart still hammers in his chest, before fluttering and seemingly stopping altogether as he feels Ronin begin to enter him. Clamping down on the soft cry that wants to flee the back of his throat, Remi tightens his grip against the headboard as the other braces against the wall.

The pressure is maddeningly exquisite, bordering on painful, but tempered by the knowledge that it won't last Remi's mind is easily able to push through. "More," He encourages on a shivery exhale as his body gives an involuntary shudder, already anticipating the release to come.

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