Remi the Alchemist
& drown me in love.
Much as Remi enjoyed the sight of Ronin, his eyes were closed letting his mind bend and warp and view their bodies from every angle behind his eyelids. His teeth rested against Ronin's shoulder, a half-snarl that bristled with unfettered want and a complete lack of restraint. Remi's tongue flicked against the bronzed skin, his lips half-wanting to form endless proclamations of love, but not having the voice for it. Hopefully the alchemist's taut fingers against Ronin's shoulder, the way their bodies easily melded together, the gasps and moans, and bites would convey all that was singing through Remi's bones.
As Ronin shifted beneath him Remi growled with pleasure, his lower back straining deliciously with the thrusts of his hips. Already feeling the tingle at the base of his spine, the way his toes curled against the sheets and how his body screamed for more more more, Remi hardly needed to be told not to stop. With no words with which to respond to Ronin's request, the alchemist merely tightened his grip against the hunter's shoulders (for leverage, as much as a carnal display of love). His body didn't need to be encouraged however, having entirely stopped listening to the dwindling rationality of Remi's mind long ago.
The slow rhythmic thrusts that would ensure that every ounce of Ronin that Remi could each was entirely filled gave way to a series of bucks on the alchemist's part, his free hand moving to grasp Ronin's hip and pull him closer, as if even now there were more parts of his lover to be filled. Overwhelmed by the sound of skin on skin, each raspy breath muted against Ronin's shoulder, and of course the feeling of his arousal buried deep within his lover, Remi moaned a warning into Ronin's ear. "..is....thi--s..." He couldn't think. Without direction a hand went to Ronin's ass, cupping the flexing muscle there and inciting a groan from deep within Remi's chest, his mind easily flashing before his eyes what the scene looked like from another vantage point. "..how..." If Ronin wanted anything different from the alchemist, another way to finish, he had but seconds to make his request.
As Ronin shifted beneath him Remi growled with pleasure, his lower back straining deliciously with the thrusts of his hips. Already feeling the tingle at the base of his spine, the way his toes curled against the sheets and how his body screamed for more more more, Remi hardly needed to be told not to stop. With no words with which to respond to Ronin's request, the alchemist merely tightened his grip against the hunter's shoulders (for leverage, as much as a carnal display of love). His body didn't need to be encouraged however, having entirely stopped listening to the dwindling rationality of Remi's mind long ago.
The slow rhythmic thrusts that would ensure that every ounce of Ronin that Remi could each was entirely filled gave way to a series of bucks on the alchemist's part, his free hand moving to grasp Ronin's hip and pull him closer, as if even now there were more parts of his lover to be filled. Overwhelmed by the sound of skin on skin, each raspy breath muted against Ronin's shoulder, and of course the feeling of his arousal buried deep within his lover, Remi moaned a warning into Ronin's ear. "..is....thi--s..." He couldn't think. Without direction a hand went to Ronin's ass, cupping the flexing muscle there and inciting a groan from deep within Remi's chest, his mind easily flashing before his eyes what the scene looked like from another vantage point. "..how..." If Ronin wanted anything different from the alchemist, another way to finish, he had but seconds to make his request.
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.
