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

After the initial adjustment, Remi is able to unclench his jaw and release the breath he'd been holding. Breathing in stunted pants is perhaps no better, but with so much occurring simultaneously, so long as he breathes enough to keep from passing out, it's the least of his worries. Feeling the heat first of Ronin's body and then the press of skin against him as they finally come all the way together, Remi feels as though he grows a few inches as his back arcs up and into the man behind him.

"Yeah." He says, or thinks he does. "Yes." More confidently said and with something like laughter on his lips now, Remi tilts his head over his shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of the mechanic who'd fluttered kisses against his shoulder and who could now no longer say he hadn't had sex with a man before.

"Okay for you?" Remi asks as he takes the liberty of rolling his hips forward and then back again so that Ronin might realize that the musician wasn't planning on simply being a passive participant in this.

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