walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
They might have been anywhere, at any time, and in any life other than the hell they were living. Only the possessive and wolfish movements seemed to belie the harsh reality hidden away in the eden-like serenity of the glade. The small snaps of thread as the buttons were torn open sent a shiver down Remi's spine; he wanted to be wanted enough to be careless, for things to be damaged, for there to be pain.
Inhaling sharply against Ronin's lips as their skin finally came together, Remi helped his lover out of the remnants of his shirt. There was a whisper of a smile on his lips for just a moment as a memory of carpets and clothing turned to flower petals danced behind his eyes, but quickly he blinked it away as one might a dream. Remi's hands dipped down to the two small points just above Ronin's ass where the muscles of his back gathered, pressing his thumbs there to drive the hunter's hips forward as his fingers tucked below the hunter's waistband.
"No," the alchemist growled, roughly nuzzling the side of his jaw against Ronin's as his teeth saught his lover's ear. "I want you." Selfishness aside, Ronin had his astral self to fill in whatever gaps he might see. But Remi? Well, he was more limited in that capacity. "Get on your knees." He whispered as his teeth tugged one last time against Ronin's ear.
Inhaling sharply against Ronin's lips as their skin finally came together, Remi helped his lover out of the remnants of his shirt. There was a whisper of a smile on his lips for just a moment as a memory of carpets and clothing turned to flower petals danced behind his eyes, but quickly he blinked it away as one might a dream. Remi's hands dipped down to the two small points just above Ronin's ass where the muscles of his back gathered, pressing his thumbs there to drive the hunter's hips forward as his fingers tucked below the hunter's waistband.
"No," the alchemist growled, roughly nuzzling the side of his jaw against Ronin's as his teeth saught his lover's ear. "I want you." Selfishness aside, Ronin had his astral self to fill in whatever gaps he might see. But Remi? Well, he was more limited in that capacity. "Get on your knees." He whispered as his teeth tugged one last time against Ronin's ear.
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.
