it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
"And yet," Remi counters against the current of his husband's kisses. Were it not for the tug on his curls, the alchemist would happily have let himself drown there. Exhaling a puff of air that borders on being offended, Remi strains to listen to the reasonableness of what his husband is saying. But with both of them growing hard beneath the blankets it is hard to care at all about the words leaving Ronin's mouth. Which of course is precisely the problem.
"She'll still be dead, after." Remi says softly, his hand leaving Ronin's side to brace against the mattress instead. "Stormbreak will still be a place Isla and Vai can't visit—" Fluttering kisses down Ronin's jawline, to his chest and over the talons that stretch toward his ribs, Remi lets keeps himself high enough that it's just the barest bit of his skin that brushes against Ronin's erection. "My father will still be an asshole." He continues, his kisses blurring into bites as he descends lower still, now nearly below the blankets. "And this will not make any of that better."
His point made, or perhaps not, Remi lets his eyes disappear below the blankets, and though it's dark, this is not a part of his husband's body of which he's unfamiliar (not that any such part exists). If you are mine to have— Tentatively, softly, and with far too little pressure, Remi brushes his tongue against the tip of the Star's cock. —then let me.
"She'll still be dead, after." Remi says softly, his hand leaving Ronin's side to brace against the mattress instead. "Stormbreak will still be a place Isla and Vai can't visit—" Fluttering kisses down Ronin's jawline, to his chest and over the talons that stretch toward his ribs, Remi lets keeps himself high enough that it's just the barest bit of his skin that brushes against Ronin's erection. "My father will still be an asshole." He continues, his kisses blurring into bites as he descends lower still, now nearly below the blankets. "And this will not make any of that better."
His point made, or perhaps not, Remi lets his eyes disappear below the blankets, and though it's dark, this is not a part of his husband's body of which he's unfamiliar (not that any such part exists). If you are mine to have— Tentatively, softly, and with far too little pressure, Remi brushes his tongue against the tip of the Star's cock. —then let me.
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
