the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin inhaled sharply as Remi moved, his legs flopping unceremoniously down onto the pillows, a stupid grin on his face. "I was tryin'a be funny..." He laughed breathlessly; currently his brain was overloaded with pleasure and a thousand other great sensations. Humour was not currently high on the list of faculties he possessed. Still, he scrunched up his nose and chuckled at the petals Remi threw on him; his chest and stomach were a mess, and the alchemist knew just how to make the most of it, clearly.
"Wow, Remi. Thanks." He scoffed right back, leaning up to press his lips gently against the other man's, though neither of them had breath enough to keep it up for long. "I have waited for that for a long time," he muttered. "You'll be glad to know it was better than I'd imagined."
"Wow, Remi. Thanks." He scoffed right back, leaning up to press his lips gently against the other man's, though neither of them had breath enough to keep it up for long. "I have waited for that for a long time," he muttered. "You'll be glad to know it was better than I'd imagined."
