are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
"Here, everywhere. Anywhere." Remi confirms, pressing his eyes closed which only has images of Ronin prostrated against any number of surfaces flashing all the more brightly in his mind. Despite all that, as Ronin suggests they leave, the alchemist's slightly parted lips quiver into a smile as he pulls in a shaky breath through his nose. "But I am not finished my drink, yet." He protests as if his fingers weren't still working over the fabric of his husband's pants.
"Do you really think we would be banned?" Remi asks, having the nerve to sound conversational even as the tips of his fingers strive to grip Ronin's erection despite the tautness of his pants. "I am one of the Guardians after all. And you, a Dragon." In more ways than one. Turning his head toward the Huntsman, he licks at his lower lip slowly and thoughtfully as his fingers subtly speed up yet again.
"Do you really think we would be banned?" Remi asks, having the nerve to sound conversational even as the tips of his fingers strive to grip Ronin's erection despite the tautness of his pants. "I am one of the Guardians after all. And you, a Dragon." In more ways than one. Turning his head toward the Huntsman, he licks at his lower lip slowly and thoughtfully as his fingers subtly speed up yet again.
remi
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
