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[ttlynotawizard]

Who: Remy and Glaukir (closed)
Where: Deck 4 room 1062
What: ADULT THINGS RIGHT WHERE WE LEFT OFF
Rating: NC-17 for teh pronz

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[kaikou_tide]

He was drunk.

Glaukir was fall-down drunk, the kind of stumpy-legged movement that meant that he probably couldn't have told Remy which way was up, and which way was down. He found down, though, when Remy showed him by pushing him back onto the bed. Glaukir caught himself on his elbows, hand reaching out for Remy though they hadn't been parted for more than a few scant moments.

"Rem."

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Remy wanted to kick whoever the hell made shoes so damned difficult to remove when drunk. Glaukir was there on the bed, calling his name, begging for it and Remy still had a shoe on. He managed to kick it off as he locked his fingers with the ones reaching out for him. "Kir," he sighed as he lied down with him, bringing their lips together once more. He still had some clothing left to shed and was about three seconds away from just ripping the dress shirt off.

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Oh, come on. Glaukir laughed a bit as he heard Remy tangle with his shoe, and the grin on his face was silly, flushed with drink. What was he doing over there? Taking off his pants? Weren't they gonna--right. Clothes between them. Enough of that.

Glaukir's hands found the collar of Remy's shirt and he yanked, buttons popped and he pushed the shirt back off the other man's shoulders so his fingers could feel the bare skin underneath. Glaukir hissed as his hands moved down to the wait of Remy's pants.

"Clothing thing's--gettin'--annoying--" he muttered between kisses, hands fumbling with Remy's belt and fly. Hell, he still had his girdle... skirt... thing on. The priest made a noise of frustration in his throat.

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"Yeah," he groaned as Glaukir helped undress him. The priest was still wearing that...whatever it was and Remy knew it needed to come off.

How the hell was it even on? He traced his hand along the waistline, trying to find where it was tied or buttoned or whatever the hell it was and finally just gave up and pulled it down, not caring whether or not it ripped.

Clothes needed to be off. There needed to be nothing between them.

"Kir..." He kissed the other man's throat and caressed his chest as he pressed himself close.