i'm a boat in the ocean, & my sails are broken
The muscles of the alchemist's back ripple and dance beneath the Flood's fingers, and it's the strangest sensation for Remi to feel small in someone's arms. That whole 1" taller than Ronin notwithstanding, it isn't something he's experienced before, to be dwarfed in the arms of anyone, much less another man.
Pausing to hear the other man speak, Remi has to consciously keep his legs tight around Jata's waist. All of his floundering, the oppressive sun overhead, the fever that burns in them both has made their skin slick and hard to hold onto. Good thing Remi has Jata's horns to keep him firmly fixed in place. Just inches away from the other man's face, his fingers tight around his horns, Remi is...confused.
Without so much wing-beating and gyrating, it's much easier to feel the twitches of arousal pressing between his legs. "Oh." He mumbles, his wings fluttering slightly to try and maintain their balance. He can't tell if this means they're falling now that he isn't flapping, but with more pressing issues at hand (well, not quite), he forces his mind to shift focus. "Well go ahead then." The Lullaby says, shrugging slightly in Jata's arms as if this is entirely the Flood's problem and nothing to do with him. Especially if it helps get them home—is this why Jata can't fly?—Remi doesn't see the problem with it.
Pausing to hear the other man speak, Remi has to consciously keep his legs tight around Jata's waist. All of his floundering, the oppressive sun overhead, the fever that burns in them both has made their skin slick and hard to hold onto. Good thing Remi has Jata's horns to keep him firmly fixed in place. Just inches away from the other man's face, his fingers tight around his horns, Remi is...confused.
Without so much wing-beating and gyrating, it's much easier to feel the twitches of arousal pressing between his legs. "Oh." He mumbles, his wings fluttering slightly to try and maintain their balance. He can't tell if this means they're falling now that he isn't flapping, but with more pressing issues at hand (well, not quite), he forces his mind to shift focus. "Well go ahead then." The Lullaby says, shrugging slightly in Jata's arms as if this is entirely the Flood's problem and nothing to do with him. Especially if it helps get them home—is this why Jata can't fly?—Remi doesn't see the problem with it.
THE LULLABY
give me an oar 'cause you're the shore that I've been trying to reach
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.
