Shifting his hips with a certain restlessness so that the fox could remove the blanket, Remi might have laughed at their matching underwear so unceremoniously crumpled over mashed bodies were his mind able to focus on anything else save for the dancing blue of the fox's eyes and the way his chest steadily rose and fell to provide oxygen to a heart that would not be settled.
Shivering beneath the fox's wandering fingers despite the roaring fire just next to them, the predatory instinct inside of the alchemist to shove and bite and take rose up as a growl low in his throat. To sweetly compliment this though came Ianto's lips and tongue, an olive branch during the gale, and though one of Remi's legs was curling around the fox to create more friction between the two, his lips too were soft. With almost a laugh he teasingly nipped at Ianto's lower lip, the fingers curled in the fox's hair stroking for just a second as the sound of Ianto against him drove something inside of him towards its boiling point. Though the heat of the fire warmed one side of his body it was the broiling flames low in his belly and the pressure at the base of his spine that demanded his attention, and with a breathless gasp of frustration the gentleness was gone; fingers tugged in Ianto's hair again as his lips crashed against the fox, the willpower needed for gentle ministrations all but consumed by the flames.
Shivering beneath the fox's wandering fingers despite the roaring fire just next to them, the predatory instinct inside of the alchemist to shove and bite and take rose up as a growl low in his throat. To sweetly compliment this though came Ianto's lips and tongue, an olive branch during the gale, and though one of Remi's legs was curling around the fox to create more friction between the two, his lips too were soft. With almost a laugh he teasingly nipped at Ianto's lower lip, the fingers curled in the fox's hair stroking for just a second as the sound of Ianto against him drove something inside of him towards its boiling point. Though the heat of the fire warmed one side of his body it was the broiling flames low in his belly and the pressure at the base of his spine that demanded his attention, and with a breathless gasp of frustration the gentleness was gone; fingers tugged in Ianto's hair again as his lips crashed against the fox, the willpower needed for gentle ministrations all but consumed by the flames.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
