[ His laugh is like warm silk, happily giving in to the cajun and letting him have at his throat. His fingers dug in a little hard against his back and scraping his nails along his spine, dragging his shirt up as he went. The thought of warm skin was enough to make him groan, hips shifting as heat pulsed between his legs. Or maybe it was from Remy's fingers in his hair, the light tug that sent prickles of heat tingling down his neck.
Fingers darted to the front of Remy's chest, flicking across his nipple and giving him a pinch. ]
Remy & Kirk
Sure you don't want my shirt off yet?
[ His laugh is like warm silk, happily giving in to the cajun and letting him have at his throat. His fingers dug in a little hard against his back and scraping his nails along his spine, dragging his shirt up as he went. The thought of warm skin was enough to make him groan, hips shifting as heat pulsed between his legs. Or maybe it was from Remy's fingers in his hair, the light tug that sent prickles of heat tingling down his neck.
Fingers darted to the front of Remy's chest, flicking across his nipple and giving him a pinch. ]
Or maybe you need a little more wine, hmm?