See yourself through my eyes

As Sam's lips parted, the alchemist wasted little time in investigating the newly revealed space with his tongue. The hand which had been in Sam's, rose (painfully) to tangle in the man's copper hair, pulling him down all the more (ow). With lips still gentle and soft, his tongue searched as he sucked in quick sips of air, not wanting to let Sam pull away but also far too close to unconsciousness at all times his his surgery to go without oxygen for long. But it all suddenly felt so easy and Remi just wanted to sink further into this mindless pleasure and just be with— —when Sam pulled away, the breath Remi had been holding in his lungs shuddered out, his chest heaving slightly as his tongue ran over the place Sam's fang had just been, his lips still parted in an unresolved O of want. With a silent question in his stare, Remi wondered idly if the sensation to bite was anything at all like the primitive drive he felt as a lion. Maybe Sam would know, having now been a lion himself, but Remi cared about the answer only tangentially just now. Hardly at all, actually. Yes it does, was the answer, but Remi hardly cared about that either. "If you..just—" With a wince, he tried to shift, the arm behind Sam wanting to encourage him to straddle Remi's waist. Hardly the most appropriate of positions for first-kisses-2.0, with Sam's knees astride Remi's hips he'd actually be able to breathe without Sam's body pressing against his ribs. If the bookmaker did so (or even if he just glanced in a southernly direction), whatever lingering doubts he might have had about whether or not Remi wanted him would certainly be put to bed. remi I always forget that you can't read my mind