An isn't that just the way it always goes with you..? *Smirks and winds an arm up and around him to frame that snarky face, hips wriggling into place against Rem's, like a weary man settling into his favorite seat.* You just go an make me wanna spoil you till you're rotten, but then I remember you already are. But then...what's a bit 'a bruisin' between friends, mm?
*Sidles up, a hand slipping down over Rem's hip in one smooth motion as he let crooked fingers lace between the waist of his pants and lower.* Was that an accusation Darlin', or wishful thinkin'?