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
"Well I can tell you that there's no curve in it like that. Not usually, anyway." Remi grumps, shifting his shoulder back as if he might bump Ronin's fingers with one of his shoulder blades. It is meant to be a menacing gesture, but naked and acting as a blanket, Remi just seems more like a disgruntled housecat. Taking full advantage of Ronin's hips rising, the alchemist immediately slinks a hand under his husband, grabbing a handful of ass that he hasn't any intention of letting go. "Ah! Adesso sei mio. Sei stato catturato e non puoi farci niente." Remi sings against the Star, the words tumbling from his mouth in an easy stream as his fingers relentlessly squeeze Ronin's butt.
"I am sure she would, but I do not know if we could afford her rates." Remi says with a frown, trying to imply that sculpting the Star would be an extraordinary ask of the Artificer. "Oh good. I have always wanted to watch birds roost on your cock while I work." The alchemist hums, flashing the Star a delighted smile.
"Ronin." Remi exclaims with breathless annoyance, freeing his hand from beneath the Star that he might poke his husband even harder in the ribs.
"I am sure she would, but I do not know if we could afford her rates." Remi says with a frown, trying to imply that sculpting the Star would be an extraordinary ask of the Artificer. "Oh good. I have always wanted to watch birds roost on your cock while I work." The alchemist hums, flashing the Star a delighted smile.
"Ronin." Remi exclaims with breathless annoyance, freeing his hand from beneath the Star that he might poke his husband even harder in the ribs.
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.
