Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
It's funny the things we find ourselves saying in moments like this; don't stop chief among them. With Remi's instincts charging ahead like a freight train, not even an order from Vi himself could cause the alchemist's body to halt. With his orgasm so close that it felt like an obstruction in the back of his throat he had to gasp around, all semblance of rationality drained away as the complexities of the world ceased to exist, leaving just he and Ronin in a whirlpool of pleasure.
Wings unfurl from Remi's shoulders following the sound of tearing cloth, that he might hold Ronin close without having to release his hands from around his husband's cock nor remove his tentacles. With his head heavy against the Huntsman's shoulder, Remi pants roughly, disturbing the odd stillness that has fallen around them. Though, perhaps it isn't so odd to think that every creature with half a brain has fled from the monstrous act of lovemaking (nay, fucking) which has just occurred.
"..that never gets old.." Remi mutters after what feels like a thousand years as his hands slowly relax.
Wings unfurl from Remi's shoulders following the sound of tearing cloth, that he might hold Ronin close without having to release his hands from around his husband's cock nor remove his tentacles. With his head heavy against the Huntsman's shoulder, Remi pants roughly, disturbing the odd stillness that has fallen around them. Though, perhaps it isn't so odd to think that every creature with half a brain has fled from the monstrous act of lovemaking (nay, fucking) which has just occurred.
"..that never gets old.." Remi mutters after what feels like a thousand years as his hands slowly relax.
the lullaby
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.
