Far from choreographed, still the alchemist knows instinctively what Ronin's hands are up to, and his body shifts and contorts appropriately to give the Star all the access he needs. Often there is something playful and frustratingly exhilirating about making this process difficult for Ronin, but just now the alchemist can't help but want to feel the uncontested feel of his husband's fingers as they work at his shirt and belt.
Sighing with unbridled gratification, Remi smiles down at the Star. "I thought you'd never ask." Not unlike Ronin the alchemist goes about the movements more or less required to undress him, and yet it's the dream that does most of the work. His teeth tug away at Ronin's collar, shifting it to reveal skin, and no sooner has he worked at one button with teeth and tongue than the entire thing is gone. It's a rush as it always is, to feel the press of Ronin beneath him, their bodies bearing mirrored-scars perfectly fitting together. The hand behind Ronin's back slides around, taking its time around the curve of his hip and through to the v-shaped muscles that serve as a completely unnecessary arrow. Into the front of the Star's pants Remi's fingers continue, the restricted cloth suddenly gone that his hand might cup entirely his husband's balls and the base of his erection.
The movements are slow and unhurried, Remi having let his eyes wander down the length of his husband's body, enthralled by the mere sight of him. Moving his fingers around the Star's cock, they gradually rise up and down, enjoying the feeling of the soft skin taut around the hardness of him. "I could do this all day, you know." He murmurs, both reverently and threateningly as he glances up at Ronin. "I love touching you."
Sighing with unbridled gratification, Remi smiles down at the Star. "I thought you'd never ask." Not unlike Ronin the alchemist goes about the movements more or less required to undress him, and yet it's the dream that does most of the work. His teeth tug away at Ronin's collar, shifting it to reveal skin, and no sooner has he worked at one button with teeth and tongue than the entire thing is gone. It's a rush as it always is, to feel the press of Ronin beneath him, their bodies bearing mirrored-scars perfectly fitting together. The hand behind Ronin's back slides around, taking its time around the curve of his hip and through to the v-shaped muscles that serve as a completely unnecessary arrow. Into the front of the Star's pants Remi's fingers continue, the restricted cloth suddenly gone that his hand might cup entirely his husband's balls and the base of his erection.
The movements are slow and unhurried, Remi having let his eyes wander down the length of his husband's body, enthralled by the mere sight of him. Moving his fingers around the Star's cock, they gradually rise up and down, enjoying the feeling of the soft skin taut around the hardness of him. "I could do this all day, you know." He murmurs, both reverently and threateningly as he glances up at Ronin. "I love touching you."
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
