Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Ronin couldn't help but flash his lover a crooked smile, relishing the heat in his cheeks, the way he gazed down at their bodies, and he let out a dark chuckle as Remi nudged him onto his stomach. It was testament to... well, everything that his husband was and would be the only person to see him in this sort of position, and what's more - Ronin liked it. Turning his head to catch a look at Remi's face, Ronin soon had bigger things on his mind, and his gasp was a hitched and fluttery thing as the alchemist braced an arm across his chest.
With a low groan of satisfaction at finally feeling the full, hard length of Remi deep within him, Ronin rocked his hips back to meet the other man's slow (too slow) rhythm. Every thrust teased at a place that sent crackles of electric pleasure up through his legs and ass and into the base of his cock, and he spread his legs further so he could feel more of it, more of this, more of everything. "R-m," he half growled, snatching in a sip of air whenever he could. "Don't st--!" Stop didn't quite make it out, tapering into a soft moan and something incoherent; some demand or request or exclamation, lost in the sheets and the sound of skin on skin.
With a low groan of satisfaction at finally feeling the full, hard length of Remi deep within him, Ronin rocked his hips back to meet the other man's slow (too slow) rhythm. Every thrust teased at a place that sent crackles of electric pleasure up through his legs and ass and into the base of his cock, and he spread his legs further so he could feel more of it, more of this, more of everything. "R-m," he half growled, snatching in a sip of air whenever he could. "Don't st--!" Stop didn't quite make it out, tapering into a soft moan and something incoherent; some demand or request or exclamation, lost in the sheets and the sound of skin on skin.
