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[Remy Bergeron]

Remy had met the older man in the library and waisted, amusingly, no time in bringing him to the guest room he was using; leading Armand with a gentle hand on the man's wrist. The room is, of course, not really decortated, but there are a few knickknacks and personal items laying around the room; a stack of books in the corner, pictures littering the room, a napsack and a backpack against the far wall, things from Remy's own time like his phone and laptop, in it's little case.

He let go of his new companion once inside, turning around and smiling softly. "It's not much, but it's home for now, non?" He asked with a grin, walking over to the bedside table. The picture there is gently folded facedown before Remy's bed buddy can see it.

[Armand De La Croix]

Armand was nervous. He hadn't really been with many men and he was afraid he wouldn't be up to it. He thought he contained his nerves well though, following Remy to his rooms and stepping in after him. He took the room in as a whole, not bothering to pick out details, his rattled mind not wanting to concentrate on one thing too long. He busied himself by taking off his jacket and folding it carefully. He laid it over his left arm and then locked his eyes onto Remy.

"It's not much, but it's home for now, non?"

"Home is where the heart is."

He replied with a smile, not knowing what else to say. He couldn't return to his home, not for a very long time he imagined.

[Remy Bergeron]

Remy, however, was not nervouse in the least. One night stands, sleeping with men, it wasn't new for him. He smiled and turned, reaching out to gently take the coat and hang it in a corner. "Then my home is very far from here." He says honestly, with a gentle, sad smile. "And I'm never going to find it again." He turns back again, his own light leather jacket being drapped carelessly over the bed.

He keeps his back to Armand for a little bit, as if bracing himself, trying to figure out how Armand wants to do this. Every guy usually wants to go about it differantly, and Armand seemed both shy and formal. It was adorably cute, but Remy wasn't sure how to handle it. "Make yourself confortable, Armand." He said at last, placing his smile firmly back on his lips as he turned.

[Armand De La Croix]

There was a note of sadness in Remy's voice when he talked about his home being far away. Armand wondered what had happened to the young man to cause such a note of grief in his voice. He almost asked but decided against it. If Remy felt like sharing that part of his life, Armand would listen, besides, he wouldn't feel comfortable telling the other man about what he was running from. He approached the other man while he was turned around, he waited until Remy turned back towards him saying to make himself at home. He slid his arms around the other man's waist, lightly kissing Remy's neck.

"I think that I will be rather comfortable right here."

He purred into the other man's ear, pressing his body against Remy's back.

[Remy Bergeron]

Okay, so it was the front and forward way, then. Remy leaned his head back, letting it loll in a cat-like way back towards Armand before turning in his arms and arching his back a little to press into Armand as his lips press into the other man's softly. "We can do that." He murmurs, grinning impishly and pulling back bare inches. He runs his hand down Armand's chest, undoing his shirt with one hand while the other wander a bit more downward.

This is what he came to Cashel for. To fuck and forget, to lose himself in guys that would, in the end, mean very little or nothing. He had no regreat for what he was about to do or that the person he was about to do it to seemed to be a nice person, a good person. It didn't matter; he'd been gone soon, anyway. And then Remy would have to leave. And then what would happen?

[Armand De La Croix]

Wordlessly, Armand let Remy undo his shirt, luxuriating in the feeling of his hands running over his chest and that other hand, questing down to his lower regions. He lightly drew in air and then leaned back down and began to kiss Remy on the neck, sucking, nipping and just worshiping the more tender spots. His own hands were far from idle though, his right hand moved down and kneaded the flesh of Remy's bottom and the other, his left hand curled itself in his momentary lovers hair. He then pulled back slightly and kissed Remy on the mouth.

[Remy Bergeron]

Remy drops his head back under the administrations, now touching the bared flesh of Armand's chest. He lets his nails scratch at the skin lightly, His eyes half lidded and breathing heavy already. It's been....a while.....to say the least. At the kiss, he is instantly submissive, lips parting to allow access, tongue flicking out just past his temporary partner's teeth, but otherwise pliable and completly at Armand's mercy. Or lack thereof, when you came to it. His hips roll slowly against the other man's, not so much grinding into him as rubbing gently, almost cat-like in the motion.

[Armand De La Croix]

Armand was close to crossing that line between rationality and passion filled haze. Remy's grinding against him was pushing him further and further from being able to think straight and closer to that animalistic edge. Suddenly feeling hot and confined but not wanting to break the kiss he pulled his shirt off with some difficulty and then moved his hands under his mate's shirt, pushing it up slowly, enjoying the tactile feel of his fingers brushing against silky soft flesh. No longer able to contain himself he almost fell atop the other man onto the bed, locking his pelvis with Remy's, his aching member begging him for release from it's cloth encased Bastille. Not wanting to do anything that Remy didn't want to he reluctantly broke the kiss to pull back and look into his lover's eyes. Searching for fear or hesitation.

[Remy Bergeron]

And with that pause, Remy snarled, jerking Armand's head back down to meet his eyes firmly. His hands fumble with Armand's pants, his eyes hot with need. "Don't you dare spook out on me now." He hisses, his accent thick and heavy. "Finish what you start, or I might have to do something drastic, podna." He crushes their lips together once more, wriggling underneath the other man, even as he works Armand's pants down. He wants one thing and one only. Thought and rational can come afterwards. If it ever is allowed to come at all. Remy is very willing to block it all out, at least for a while. Willing to pretend this won't nessicarily end ugly.

[Armand De La Croix]

With an animal growl, half smothered by Remy's mouth Armand grabbed both of his lovers hands and pushed them over his head, his now free member grinding helplessly against Remy's pants, holding both hands with his left, his right drops down to fumble with the man's complicated trousers, all the while his mouth continues to wage an unceasing war with Remy's, tongue and lips and teeth. He almost let out a cry of success after finally unbuttoning and zipping the offending garment and with movements fueled by desire his right hand savagly pulls them down.

[Remy Bergeron]

Remy yelped, the sound muffled, and grinned at the suddan savagery in Armand's actions. Freed of his pants, his hips grind harder into his partner's, panting for breath but not struggling against the hand still holding him down. He is, above almost all things, submissive. Always has been, in bed, anyway. Still, he couldn't resist biting, when the lips came back down on his own, his teeth catching the soft skin of Armand's lower lip and holding, for a moment.

[Armand De La Croix]

It felt like a jolt of lighting was going through him when Remy bit his lip. When he let go, Armand returned the favor by biting Remy on the neck, not hard enough to draw blood but not exactly softly. His free hand thrusting down to probe at Remy's opening, one finger tentatively rubbing the hole. Armand continued to kiss and nip at Remy's throat, finding that he enjoyed the position, his member throbbed almost painfully.

[Remy Bergeron]

(sorry that took so long!)

"Hurry the fuck up." He rasped, squirming, writhing beneath Armand, now annoyed with the pin, whining at the touch. "You mother fucking tease-" The words are accompanied by slight, breathless laughter. Damn, it's been too long. His head drops back, revealing the slender, soft-skinned neck for attack.