honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
While in the Dreaming Remi had sipped in several breaths that did nothing for him, and now he seemed to be trying to trade those phantom lung-fulls so that he might not have to part from Ronin quite so soon.
Despite having been the one to slide atop the Nova, it was with a whine that begged to be ignored that Remi shook his head slightly. "Gods, don't make me want you. Not when I have something to tell you." He protests, despite flexing the muscles of his leg beneath Ronin's hand and shifting his hips forward.
"I am." Deciding suddenly that as a demigod of Mort's surely he was capable of doing two things at once, it was with insistent kisses pressed below Ronin's jaw that he started to explain. "Ludo came to get me—" Tugging at the furs, Remi lifts himself enough to tug them back to reveal his husband's torso. "—and it brought me to Mort." Using the heels of his hands to knead at the often-tense muscles of his husband's pecks, he tried to chase away any pain with slow kisses against his throat.
"And...Mort made me his demigod." Said softly, his lips pressed where he could feel the pulse of Ronin's heartbeat in his throat, Remi let his hands drift slowly lower down the muscular landscape of his husband's body.
Despite having been the one to slide atop the Nova, it was with a whine that begged to be ignored that Remi shook his head slightly. "Gods, don't make me want you. Not when I have something to tell you." He protests, despite flexing the muscles of his leg beneath Ronin's hand and shifting his hips forward.
"I am." Deciding suddenly that as a demigod of Mort's surely he was capable of doing two things at once, it was with insistent kisses pressed below Ronin's jaw that he started to explain. "Ludo came to get me—" Tugging at the furs, Remi lifts himself enough to tug them back to reveal his husband's torso. "—and it brought me to Mort." Using the heels of his hands to knead at the often-tense muscles of his husband's pecks, he tried to chase away any pain with slow kisses against his throat.
"And...Mort made me his demigod." Said softly, his lips pressed where he could feel the pulse of Ronin's heartbeat in his throat, Remi let his hands drift slowly lower down the muscular landscape of his husband's body.
innocence died screaming, honey, ask me i should know
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.
