i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
Ludicrous as it might have been, Remi hissed in a breath of surprise and delight as the erection he'd felt beneath the fabric was indeed released. Though the sexual component overshadowed nearly all of his thoughts, there was still some small scientifically-minded part of him deep down that noted with utter delight the implications of what he was seeing: the blight couldn't fake this.
With a whine of impatience as the hunter stepped into the shower leaving Remi to shuck out of his clothing himself, which he absolutely did not do. Instead his clothing fell away as clumps of moss that smelled faintly of mint, the smell of which helped to conceal the scent of Ronin's discarded rags.
"You have four hands and you made me undress myself?" The alchemist scolded as he entered into the fog of steam and water, his eyes and hands seeking out the body which had been too long denied from him. Reaching for the soap, Remi poured a healthy portion of it into his palm before giving Ronin a knowing smile. Reaching for the king's hands, Ronin would find them soon bound in vines and lifted above his head and tied to the top of the window. With a dark grin, the alchemist smoothed the soap against Ronin's shoulders letting the suds accumulate and slide down his chest as the alchemist's strong fingers worked at the muscles of his lover's neck and chest. Though this torture was meant to definitely be drawn out, the way the alchemist had to stifle the moans that bubbled out from his throat every time his own erection glanced across Ronin's body was evidence that the rushing water of the shower would not be able to quell the fire in his belly for long.
With a whine of impatience as the hunter stepped into the shower leaving Remi to shuck out of his clothing himself, which he absolutely did not do. Instead his clothing fell away as clumps of moss that smelled faintly of mint, the smell of which helped to conceal the scent of Ronin's discarded rags.
"You have four hands and you made me undress myself?" The alchemist scolded as he entered into the fog of steam and water, his eyes and hands seeking out the body which had been too long denied from him. Reaching for the soap, Remi poured a healthy portion of it into his palm before giving Ronin a knowing smile. Reaching for the king's hands, Ronin would find them soon bound in vines and lifted above his head and tied to the top of the window. With a dark grin, the alchemist smoothed the soap against Ronin's shoulders letting the suds accumulate and slide down his chest as the alchemist's strong fingers worked at the muscles of his lover's neck and chest. Though this torture was meant to definitely be drawn out, the way the alchemist had to stifle the moans that bubbled out from his throat every time his own erection glanced across Ronin's body was evidence that the rushing water of the shower would not be able to quell the fire in his belly for long.
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.
