On This Night

"Anything you want." Remi replied against Sam's lips, his tongue only reaching back enough to frame the words before plunging forward again, eager to explore. Something about the thought of this being Sam's first time was not quite as frightening as Remi being the one to be here with him. As if his own first time was too close in the recent past for him to be here now, with someone else. "More or less, just say the word." He mumbled again as he was tugged forward over Sam. One of his hands went to brace himself to Sam's right, the other tangling smoothly into Sam's hair before trailing down the length of his jaw. Gazing down at the ascended, Remi's lips parted (had they ever been closed?) as he stared into eyes darkened only by his own body looming over, his teeth finding the inside of his lip as he paused to consider this moment. To remember it. Releasing a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, the alchemist leaned forward to capture Sam's mouth in a kiss again as if pulled down by something much stronger than gravity. Something he didn't even try to stand in the way of. Thoughts sparked and fluttered in Remi's mind as he kissed Sam more deeply: thoughts of the softness of this, and how it had never been that way with anyone else before, of the first time he had ever been with a man and how it had changed everything and nothing all at the same time. Tasting Sam's lips, Remi's free hand roamed lower, dexterously undoing button after button of the bookmaker's shirt. Running his fingertips feather-light up Sam's stomach towards his shoulder, Remi slowly let his hand dance to the side so he could use it to brace himself on the other side of Sam's body. Gently Remi's lips pulled away, though found other targets immediately: the side of Sam's nose, the curve of his cheek, the place lines formed when the man smiled just next to his lips, the cleft of his jaw, and then lower still. The curve of his neck, the rise of his collarbones, the hollow of his sternum. As the alchemist lowered, his hands descended slowly, quite literally feather-light now as Remi's fingers disappeared to instead cascade soft downy feathers down Sam's chest like some horrifically gentle wake behind his kisses meant to inspire goosebumps and shivers. Further still until he came to Sam's naval and the roadmap of hair leading down to a destination that Remi required no guidance to find. His fingers finally caught up to his lips and then danced passed, unbuttoning and unfastening what stood in his way while his tongue and lips and teeth spoke silent words against Sam's hipbones and the flat of his stomach. Feathers disappearing back into flesh, Remi looked up, his eyes roaming over the pale landscape of Sam's body as his hands moved to surround the bookmaker's hips from behind, to raise them so that he could easily remove his pants and underwear. remi Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here