On This Night

Samuel And he's smiling like he means it, and he's stretched out on his back And he's telling me now that he loves me, for the fifth or the sixth time, I can't keep track The rush in Sam's chest as Remi leaned forward to kiss him was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. This was everything he'd imagined the moment to be and yet so much more because it was real, from the brushes on his skin to the taste of Remi on his lips and the sound of his breath (which did feel odd unaccompanied by another, but Sam was used to the silence of his own lungs by now). He thought to be conscious as his shirt was opened but Remi didn't seem to mind what was revealed, so Sam tried to take the thought from his mind. Skin that had never been truly touched sang with the new feelings brought from the upgrade and he arched his body up towards Remi, then laughed at the kisses all over his face. It was sweet, affectionate; he tried to return as many of them as he could. Feathers trailed down his body and tickled at his skin, the sensation electric. Sam let a soft, breathy moan fall from his lips, his head tipping back as Remi moved lower and his hands sinking into the other man's hair. His hips raised easily and willingly, Sam realising what Remi was doing and reaching down to help him get the pants off, pushing them slowly down his thighs to reveal a stiffening bulge in his pants between freckled legs. "Y...you should undress t-too." Sam requested with a shy smile, reaching down to pull at the shoulder of Remi's shirt. He wanted nothing more than to see Remi's body before him whole and healed, was eager to discover it all over again.