[Shifting so he could balance without putting weight on his hands, Remy cast his eyes down the length of that shirt and how it rested against Jim's torso.] Well, ya do look mighty fine in it. [Yet that desire was stronger than how the other man looked in it. Mimicking James' own hands, Remy let his palms slide up under James' shirt, across his stomach and up along his chest, letting the shirt bunch around his wrists as he moved. Twisting his hands around, Remy reached to grab the neck of the shirt from inside, throwing enough of a charge into it to aid in tearing the front of the shirt open. Really, he could do it without the use of powers, but he always was one for extra flare and drama, and Remy didn't think Kirk would mind.]
[ It took concentrated effort to lay still beneath Remy, to wait and see what he would do rather than tug the man down and ravage his mouth and tear at his clothes instead. He took a shuddering breath, anticipating with every scrape of Remy's palms against his skin, arching his back to help him, allowing himself that much movement.
The way the other removed his shirt was unexpected to say the least - oh, he imagined there would be some tearing, hence his earlier question. But a near explosion? That was new and he found himself letting out a delighted laugh, a jolt running down between his legs, the ache tighter now and making him groan.
Blue eyes sparked and he leaned up, biting at Remy's jaw, fingers digging into the muscle along his back. ]
[There was an answer to that, yet in that moment where it would be the best timing to answer Remy was all too distracted by that bite / finger digging combo. Eventually he did manage to find his voice again, yet whatever smart comment that had been in his mind had now gone, instead managing to get out a 'hang on, hang on', putting them on equal ground as he untangled himself from Jim's hands long enough to pull his own shirt off. Throwing it off somewhere to the side Remy leaned back into Jim's space, hands traveling lower on the other man's torso and splaying his fingers out across his abdomen as his lips found Jim's again.]
[ Laughter filled the room as Kirk lay back to give Remy the room to stretch and pull his shirt off. The minute he could touch skin his hands were back on the cajun, tracing the form of his muscle, scratching his nails across his skin, flicking his thumbs across his nipples. A moan worked out from his chest as they kissed, his stomach twitched beneath Remy's touch, the sensation running down between his legs, making his pants uncomfortably tight. He raised his hips, pushing against Remy's thigh to get a touch of pressure and friction. ]
For the record, I'm not very attached to my pants either.
[It had been far longer Remy wanted to admitted since he had been with... anyone, everyone seemed lack any form of libido in Luceti and he had been taking it slow so far here so to start off on the right foot and not possible upset a fellow crew member or other persons he might be stuck in a confined space with. So those on going touches and moans from Jim were certainly hitting the right spots, but that shift of hips and grind against him shot a bolt of fire through Remy as his own hips bucked forward at the sensation. Dropping his head next to Jim's by the bed, Remy let out a half laugh half pained groan. Jeans were not kind on a certain spot when things got excited.]
Ah cher, ya keep that up 'nd 'm goin' to keep losin' cool points by not bein' able to come back with witty one liners. [And yes, pants clearly had to go next as things were getting rather tight.]
[ Lucky for Remy, those things weren't of a concern for Kirk. He was as new as they came, and he had always been promiscuous at the best of times. Not interested in anything beyond friends with benefits, there were no strings, no dangers - just a fun evening, and perhaps more if they both left with smiles come the morning.
He groaned when Remy bucked forward, biting his lip until it nearly bled as he rode out the sudden blush of pleasure, enjoying the harsh scrape of jeanas against such a senstivie part of his body (even through his own). Nails dug into the other's back and shoulders, turning his head to bite at his ear, tugging the lobe with a lusty growl. ]
I think you could find a way to remove my pants that earn a few back ~
[The next groan from Remy was lower, more a rumble than the sharper one from before at that growing pressure and the need to lessen the confines on it, reacting to both those nails and that tug against his ear. He had a feeling he might have a few marks come morning, not that that was a bad thing at all.]
Oh yeah, 'm doin' all the work here of undressin' us both? [Yet it was said with a grin as Remy turned his head enough to plant an open mouth kiss against Kirk's neck, before scrapping his teeth over the same spot as his hands moved to find the front buttons on Jim's pants.]
[ Hopefully Remy had not planned on a mild-mannered bed partner. Kirk was anything but, enjoying to touch and kiss and taste. And if that resulting in a few marks? Well, he considered souvenirs for the next few days. Hopefully it would keep Remy coming back for more... ]
And here I thought you'd enjoy unwrapping a present...
[ He grinned widely, cheeks flushed bright red and his throat gathering some of that color as he bared it to Remy. The scrape of teeth drew a gasp and a low groan, pushing his hips up towards Remy's fingers. The cajun would know when he'd worked them open from the sigh of relief Kirk let out, his cock pressing hard at the front of his gray Star Fleet boxer-briefs, a small dark spot already forming. ]
[And Remy was certainly not planning to stop there. Jim's neck had just been the start of what began as a path, Remy lifting and shifting his weight enough so he could trail a series of nips and kisses down the man's torso, stopping now and then to show a particular spot more attention than others, slipping down his abdomen and pausing to give a solid nip to Jim's hip before he sat back on his knees at the end of the bed.
Remy gave a tug to the pants.] Lift ya hips at least, ain't gettin' 'way with bein' lazy 'round me. [This was delivered as he rested a cheek against the inside of Jim's thigh, turning his head just enough to press a slightly harder bite to his covered leg, letting the fabric cushion the impact and take most of the sting out of it.]
[ The Cajun had a talented mouth in more than just conversation and kissing it seemed. Not that he was complaining - far from. He arched his back, pressing his towards the path Remy's mouth was making across his body, his fingers tracing the same path along his back and ribs.
His hips rise at Remy's command with an amused laugh - the sound turning into a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure at the bite to his thigh. Even with his pants cushioning the bite, he could feel the heat from it, making his cock throb and his stomach twist. ]
Oi oi, careful with that fabric. If you're going to mark something, at least wait til my pants are off ~
What? Not wantin' to have to walk out of this place shirtless 'nd pantless? [Getting the pants past Jim's hips and butt, Remy was able to easily slip them down the rest of his legs and drop them to the floor beside him. True to that comment he moved back in against James' thigh once the fabric was out of the way, but the nip he gave was no where near as hard as it had been with the jeans to act as protection, it followed with an open mouth kiss over the same spot. During this he had dropped his hands to both unbutton and unzip his own jeans, needing just that extra bit of room to take some of the pressure off him, the fabric a little unforgiving.]
[ He smirked up at him, happy to help with the removal of his clothing, letting Remy move his limbs as he pleased. The bite to his flesh was tantalizing, making him groan and his toes curl for an instant. He could hear the zipper pushing down on Remy's clothes, teasingly lifting his other foot to slide it between Remy's legs and press it against his swelling cock. An amused sound escaped him, rocking his foot back and forth, smirking up at Remy. ]
Looks like I'm not the only one that could stand to lose their pants right about now...
[The moan that got free from Remy with that contact was half pained, half enjoyment, Jim's touch both well welcomed but none to gentle with how he was currently confined. Remy dropped his head to rest his forehead against James' thigh as he let out a breathy laugh, turning just enough to be able to peer up at the other man, managing a smile.] Goin' to be hard, [Ha, get it?] With ya foot in the way there, 'less ya want this over all too soon.
[ That was such a terrible joke, Remy, and he lighted swatted at the other for it, despite the fact he let out a husky laugh. Mixed messages, but his brain was something of a mess as it tried to sort out the myriad sensations being sent to it, least of all the increasing pressure of the ache along his cock and across his hips. ]
Well, better not take your sweet time then.
[ He bit his lip, dropping his foot away and sitting up on his elbows to watch Remy, breathing hard as arousal made his body shiver and twitch, a hungry flare in his blue eyes. ]
[That was ok, Remy would forgive him for that kind of reaction, that smack was really deserved.
Letting out a breath as that pressure vanished, Remy wouldn't let Jim escape too easily after that, leaning in to run a long lick up against the bulge from his underwear before standing up. Shifting his jeans down his hips and letting them slip down his legs so to pool onto the floor, Remy was dressed in just in his own set navy boxer briefs as he stepped out of his jeans.] Now now, don't wanna be too fast, that typically not a good thing.
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The way the other removed his shirt was unexpected to say the least - oh, he imagined there would be some tearing, hence his earlier question. But a near explosion? That was new and he found himself letting out a delighted laugh, a jolt running down between his legs, the ache tighter now and making him groan.
Blue eyes sparked and he leaned up, biting at Remy's jaw, fingers digging into the muscle along his back. ]
Better make it worth buying a new shirt, Remy.
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For the record, I'm not very attached to my pants either.
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Ah cher, ya keep that up 'nd 'm goin' to keep losin' cool points by not bein' able to come back with witty one liners. [And yes, pants clearly had to go next as things were getting rather tight.]
gmail, hiding sexy tags from me is rude
He groaned when Remy bucked forward, biting his lip until it nearly bled as he rode out the sudden blush of pleasure, enjoying the harsh scrape of jeanas against such a senstivie part of his body (even through his own). Nails dug into the other's back and shoulders, turning his head to bite at his ear, tugging the lobe with a lusty growl. ]
I think you could find a way to remove my pants that earn a few back ~
Much rude, so rude
Oh yeah, 'm doin' all the work here of undressin' us both? [Yet it was said with a grin as Remy turned his head enough to plant an open mouth kiss against Kirk's neck, before scrapping his teeth over the same spot as his hands moved to find the front buttons on Jim's pants.]
all the rude
And here I thought you'd enjoy unwrapping a present...
[ He grinned widely, cheeks flushed bright red and his throat gathering some of that color as he bared it to Remy. The scrape of teeth drew a gasp and a low groan, pushing his hips up towards Remy's fingers. The cajun would know when he'd worked them open from the sigh of relief Kirk let out, his cock pressing hard at the front of his gray Star Fleet boxer-briefs, a small dark spot already forming. ]
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Remy gave a tug to the pants.] Lift ya hips at least, ain't gettin' 'way with bein' lazy 'round me. [This was delivered as he rested a cheek against the inside of Jim's thigh, turning his head just enough to press a slightly harder bite to his covered leg, letting the fabric cushion the impact and take most of the sting out of it.]
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His hips rise at Remy's command with an amused laugh - the sound turning into a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure at the bite to his thigh. Even with his pants cushioning the bite, he could feel the heat from it, making his cock throb and his stomach twist. ]
Oi oi, careful with that fabric. If you're going to mark something, at least wait til my pants are off ~
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[ He smirked up at him, happy to help with the removal of his clothing, letting Remy move his limbs as he pleased. The bite to his flesh was tantalizing, making him groan and his toes curl for an instant. He could hear the zipper pushing down on Remy's clothes, teasingly lifting his other foot to slide it between Remy's legs and press it against his swelling cock. An amused sound escaped him, rocking his foot back and forth, smirking up at Remy. ]
Looks like I'm not the only one that could stand to lose their pants right about now...
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Well, better not take your sweet time then.
[ He bit his lip, dropping his foot away and sitting up on his elbows to watch Remy, breathing hard as arousal made his body shiver and twitch, a hungry flare in his blue eyes. ]
much delayed answer
Letting out a breath as that pressure vanished, Remy wouldn't let Jim escape too easily after that, leaning in to run a long lick up against the bulge from his underwear before standing up. Shifting his jeans down his hips and letting them slip down his legs so to pool onto the floor, Remy was dressed in just in his own set navy boxer briefs as he stepped out of his jeans.] Now now, don't wanna be too fast, that typically not a good thing.