livingroom dance floor

every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning

Restraint has been learned by the alchemist in many ways throughout his life. The restraint needed to hide his inclinations as a boy. The restraint to follow orders, and to accept his lot in life as a commoner despite how unfair and unjust it was. The restraint not to lash out at anyone who dared cross his path after Aoife died. The restraint not to accidentally wound those around him with his strength as it surpasses all reasonable limits.

And now, that learned restraint fills his hands and overrides the desires of his body as he pushes Isla away from him before they can both finish.

Taking a staggering step backward, his lips parted and his breathing entirely ragged, Remi stands in the darkened room with his wings spread, his body scarred, blood dripping down his back and clotting on his wrist, and his eyes locked upon Isla. Panting, his cock twitching as if it might decide on its own to bridge the gap between them, the alchemist can feel his orgasm like a bit of sugar dissolved on his tongue; sweet and insatiable, leaving him licking roughly at the back of his teeth.

Raising a brow at Isla as his chest steadily rises and falls, the alchemist waits to see what she might do in response to having denied her her orgasm.

& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go

Coding base by Sky!