[ Rémi is about to pull back, chalking it up to the blond man perhaps being the one who has imbibed too much. Somehow, he smells the same, is that possible? Gunpowder and damp wool and sweat, combined with an indescribable musk that’s just— Rémi knows that he loved him once. He loves him still; Alexandre is as feisty and obstinate as Enjolras. The young man is fierce and strong, if not perhaps a bit more tamed by the modern era. R wonders how tame he would be wh— no. This is an alcohol-induced mistake he shouldn’t-

The whine. That noise and the brunette is undone. Rémi grabs Alexandre’s hips and pulls them into his own waist, and he kisses him back, sparks or flames - something electrifying and hot lances up just spine as he opens his mouth against the other man’s and feels his hot breath on him. ]