All That Glitters

Remi nodded, gazing down at Sam as he neared. It felt...rude to look anywhere else, and yet the intimacy that screamed strains in his ears was almost dizzying as the bookmaker stood before him. The hand that touched his cheek was gentle, but Remi found himself always wishing that it wasn't. This was familiar for Sam, loving maybe. It wasn't procedural at all. Lips parted slightly, Remi watched with bated breath as the ascended leaned up, lips hovering just above his skin. All Remi could see was copper hair out of his peripheral vision, and all he could hear was the sound of his own breath. It was more intimate, but it was also more everything this time. One long drink seemed far more potent than two smaller ones, and as the euphoric rush of pleasure over took him, Remi could feel his body wanting to move forward, his hands wanting to touch, his heart wanting to race. He moaned in response, his fingers dancing at his sides, caught between the fever-lust roaring through his veins and the dwindling part of his mind that screamed that this shouldn't be happening. 30 seconds felt like an eternity that was over far too soon, and as Sam pulled away, Remi gasped. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy, Remi took a latent step forward as if off-balance and could do little else other than stare like a deer in the headlights at the man before him. Яemi But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better