shut the door & cut me open

More than happy to be so adjusted by his counterpart, Remi felt himself arching into the contact, moaning out indistinct sounds of encouragement with every thrust. Even so, he wanted so much more. So very, very much more. And new as it was, Ronin still had more to give. [say]"w--wa-    i   t"[/say] He had to forced the words out, his body disobediently bucking into the contact even as he tried to stiffen. Curling the leg around Ronin more tightly to try and somehow punctuate his mangled command, the alchemist forced an actual breath passed his lips. [say]"Your...your astral projection.."[/say] He managed between pants, all flushed cheeks and hooded eyes, his cock twitching in response to the mental images playing out in his mind.

Assuming his husband complied—and why wouldn't he?—the astral-Ronin would find Remi's hands immediately on his hips, guiding his cock straight into the alchemist's mouth. He wanted all of his husband, needed all of him, in every way he possibly could. And as he'd found out last time, the astral-Ronin did indeed feel everything, was everything. Moaning hungrily, until the sound was cut off by Ronin's erection pushing against the back of his throat, Remi arched his back again to encourage the actual-Ronin on. With hands on the projection's ass driving him deeper and deeper into the alchemist's mouth with a desperate hunger, Remi happily lost himself in the feeling of both of his husband's cocks sliding in and out of him.