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

Remi doesn't know who cums first, but nor does he care. All he knows is the weightlessness that descends upon him despite how their bodies are pitched forward and seemingly fused together. He'll owe Hallway a new pillow cover probably, but that's a concern for later. Adrift in the final tremors that still spark through his muscles, as Remi opens his eyes, he's almost surprised to find that everything is just as it was a few moments ago. The headboard hasn't shattered away, his fingers are still pressed against the wall that hasn't changed colour or size, and for the roar of blood in his ears and their combined laboured breathing, there isn't much else to hear.

It's strangely mundane given how animated and bright everything had seemed moments ago, and Remi finds he rather hates it.

He and Ronin have already done awkward quite a few times in the past day, and so Remi isn't quite as apprehensive to have the whole we just fucked, now what? conversation, as he might otherwise have been.

Once his breathing is more or less under control, Remi lets his back stretch slightly as he tilts his chin over his shoulder. "Well?" He asks with just enough of a smile that one of his dimples begins to show. "You sounded like you didn't hate it."

ThE RoCkStAr