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
"So very many reasons." Remi says a touch breathlessly as Ronin drapes himself over the alchemist, fitting against him with ease in certain respects, and with growing tension in others. "Leaving the lights on. Making my tea too hot. Making my tea too cold." Such serious offences such as those certainly would have skewering as a punishment.
His chin isn't the only thing lifted thanks to the Star, and as their lips meet properly, Remi's tongue is accompanied by a moan that whispers of a closeness he suddenly craves. It isn't fire that broils in his belly, but phoenix flames and starlight wrapped around eyes so blue it make shim breathless. As if wanting to capture the waves of heat that Ronin's presence inspires, Remi's hands press against the Star's back as the alchemist lets them part only long enough for hasty sips of air. Tumbling into bed naked, again, is something the pair very much should have considered and possibly defended against. That they haven't makes it all but impossible for Remi's hips not to rise away from the mattress as one of his hands descends to Ronin's lower back, wanting to create as much tension and friction despite how inadvisable it probably is.
"Have me," Remi whispers suddenly, the plea a breathless pant of air against the Star's lips that the alchemist very much is surprised to hear himself say. But having done so, his head shakes helplessly.
His chin isn't the only thing lifted thanks to the Star, and as their lips meet properly, Remi's tongue is accompanied by a moan that whispers of a closeness he suddenly craves. It isn't fire that broils in his belly, but phoenix flames and starlight wrapped around eyes so blue it make shim breathless. As if wanting to capture the waves of heat that Ronin's presence inspires, Remi's hands press against the Star's back as the alchemist lets them part only long enough for hasty sips of air. Tumbling into bed naked, again, is something the pair very much should have considered and possibly defended against. That they haven't makes it all but impossible for Remi's hips not to rise away from the mattress as one of his hands descends to Ronin's lower back, wanting to create as much tension and friction despite how inadvisable it probably is.
"Have me," Remi whispers suddenly, the plea a breathless pant of air against the Star's lips that the alchemist very much is surprised to hear himself say. But having done so, his head shakes helplessly.
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.
