Though Remi tries to return his husband's words, they tumble uselessly into the fabric of the blankets as the alchemist bites at his lower lip to try and keep his composure. A light sheen of sweat has broken out across his lower back with the restraint he's forcing upon his muscles, and strong though he is, his legs and arms have begun to shake ever so slightly with the building tension. Below Ronin's neck, Remi's claws have dug deep into the bedding into the wooden frame below.
Are you— sure Remi nearly asks, his voice tinged with an adorable sort of worry as if there is any rhyme or reason to what they're doing. This isn't real. This isn't how babies are made regardless of what dream world they're in. So he'll abide his husband's request as leader of all of this, but also so that his mind doesn't spiral somewhere dark; a place that knows fucking Ronin, however sweetly and in whatever room, simply can't create the life he wants it to.
Moving his hand to grab the headboard for leverage, the alchemist lowers his forehead to Ronin's shoulder as his mind entirely yields to the tightly-wound predator within. Adjusting his hand on Ronin's thigh the alchemist's pace increases, until the entirety of the world he's made rocks back and forth with every thrust. Outside the lake ripples with the Lullaby's passion, and the fire trees around the mountains sway back and forth as Remi relentlessly gives in to the blazing fervour of the moment.
Gods, Ronin...I can't— Whether they're actually words or just the watery feeling of his orgasm pulling away at his feet only to rush forward and up his thighs, Remi presses the flat of his stomach against Ronin that they might drown in this feeling together.
Are you— sure Remi nearly asks, his voice tinged with an adorable sort of worry as if there is any rhyme or reason to what they're doing. This isn't real. This isn't how babies are made regardless of what dream world they're in. So he'll abide his husband's request as leader of all of this, but also so that his mind doesn't spiral somewhere dark; a place that knows fucking Ronin, however sweetly and in whatever room, simply can't create the life he wants it to.
Moving his hand to grab the headboard for leverage, the alchemist lowers his forehead to Ronin's shoulder as his mind entirely yields to the tightly-wound predator within. Adjusting his hand on Ronin's thigh the alchemist's pace increases, until the entirety of the world he's made rocks back and forth with every thrust. Outside the lake ripples with the Lullaby's passion, and the fire trees around the mountains sway back and forth as Remi relentlessly gives in to the blazing fervour of the moment.
Gods, Ronin...I can't— Whether they're actually words or just the watery feeling of his orgasm pulling away at his feet only to rush forward and up his thighs, Remi presses the flat of his stomach against Ronin that they might drown in this feeling together.
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.
