if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
As Remi is entered, enters, and strokes his husband's cock, he can feel his knees grow watery as he too is swamped by sensations that threaten to drown him entirely. Reaching out with his free hand to brace his palm against the tiles, the Bastion forces himself to breathe around the twin plumes of heat that race up his sides. Clumsily, he lets his head loll back for a moment, searching for the blue eyes behind him before reaching unsteadily back to curl his fingertips through astral!Ronin's dark hair to draw him closer.
"I feel like I need something to hold onto." Remi huffs unsteadily he leans forward slightly and withdraws his hand from the projection, not trusting himself enough not to grate his fingernails through his hair, to tug, or otherwise jeopardize the projection's participation.
Placing his hand back on the wall and letting his elbow bend somewhat, Remi shifts his hips backward until his cock is at risk of sliding out entirely. Pressing his lips against the Knight's shoulder, the Bastion's emotions swirl with a dark challenge that has his fingertips flinching against Ronin's cock in response to the frustrated movements of his own erection. I want you to make me fuck you. The Bastion thinks as his hand slowly begins to glide up and down his husband's length.
Whether he meant that he wanted Ronin to fuck him hard enough that he had no choice but to move in tandem with the motion or to be driven so wild by his husband's movements to be helpless to resist thrusting his cock forward was for Ronin to decide.
"I feel like I need something to hold onto." Remi huffs unsteadily he leans forward slightly and withdraws his hand from the projection, not trusting himself enough not to grate his fingernails through his hair, to tug, or otherwise jeopardize the projection's participation.
Placing his hand back on the wall and letting his elbow bend somewhat, Remi shifts his hips backward until his cock is at risk of sliding out entirely. Pressing his lips against the Knight's shoulder, the Bastion's emotions swirl with a dark challenge that has his fingertips flinching against Ronin's cock in response to the frustrated movements of his own erection. I want you to make me fuck you. The Bastion thinks as his hand slowly begins to glide up and down his husband's length.
Whether he meant that he wanted Ronin to fuck him hard enough that he had no choice but to move in tandem with the motion or to be driven so wild by his husband's movements to be helpless to resist thrusting his cock forward was for Ronin to decide.
we'll float away
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.
