SAMUEL
I am drowning
There is no sight of land
"I suppose it depends if you think it matters to anyone else other than us." Sam said, trying to work it out. He liked to play with ideas in his mind, bend them this way and that and see each side, even when they were ever so slightly painful like this one.
The hand trailing on his spine made him arch his back just slightly, happily hum under his breath; he ran his hands down Remi's sides. "I thought you were the reckless one? When I think of Remi, I do not think can't take on a mountain." He commented with a teasing smirk, fingers tracing the line of his hips.
"I'm sure you could seduce me in a matter of days, if you really put your mind to it. I fell just that quickly before." He promised, lips now brushing Remi's collarbone. There were fading bruises there, evidence of past trysts, and he smiled, kissed them. "Could be fun, almost."
The hand trailing on his spine made him arch his back just slightly, happily hum under his breath; he ran his hands down Remi's sides. "I thought you were the reckless one? When I think of Remi, I do not think can't take on a mountain." He commented with a teasing smirk, fingers tracing the line of his hips.
"I'm sure you could seduce me in a matter of days, if you really put your mind to it. I fell just that quickly before." He promised, lips now brushing Remi's collarbone. There were fading bruises there, evidence of past trysts, and he smiled, kissed them. "Could be fun, almost."
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
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