SAMUEL
I am drowning
There is no sight of land
Sam let out a surprised laugh as he was turned but let it happen without resistance, glad to move wherever Remi wanted him to be. He had always liked being underneath the other man, anyway. It felt safe, protected.
"My own stories are awful." He insisted. Sam was a records-keeper and a brilliant transcriber, but never an author in his own right. He just didn't have the strength of imagination for it; it seemed his mind only worked that way when it was building various dreams of disasters for his anxieties to play with.
He raised his head to give Remi better access to kiss down his neck to his shoulder, a quiet moan (more of a breath, really, accidentally catching a hum of pleasure) leaving his lips at the sensation. "That would have been nice, but...can anyone just be from the start? Don't all couples go through a time of trial? Perhaps not as soon or as..." He chuckled. "Dramatic, as ours, but something they have to go through."
"Such as, sometimes, I have these terrible periods where you are over me, but you aren't kissing me."
"My own stories are awful." He insisted. Sam was a records-keeper and a brilliant transcriber, but never an author in his own right. He just didn't have the strength of imagination for it; it seemed his mind only worked that way when it was building various dreams of disasters for his anxieties to play with.
He raised his head to give Remi better access to kiss down his neck to his shoulder, a quiet moan (more of a breath, really, accidentally catching a hum of pleasure) leaving his lips at the sensation. "That would have been nice, but...can anyone just be from the start? Don't all couples go through a time of trial? Perhaps not as soon or as..." He chuckled. "Dramatic, as ours, but something they have to go through."
"Such as, sometimes, I have these terrible periods where you are over me, but you aren't kissing me."
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
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