without you things go hazy

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Ronin shimmies and flails above Remi as if he might get himself out of his clothes through sheer force of will. He nearly manages it, though the blankets have other plans. Binding around their knees and ankles, hopelessly tangled, Ronin proves that he can in fact think rationally for a moment as he forces himself onto his knees in an act of textile defiance that would have had Remi applauding had his hands not suddenly somewhere else to be.

With hands that seem tentative in how tender they are, Remi reaches out with both hands to capture the erection pointed directly at him. Without a single thought of pigeons or statutes, the alchemist gazes slowly up, meeting the Star's eyes with desperation and desire. Savouring the softness of the skin around Ronin's cock despite the hardness of him, Remi's breath stutters behind his teeth as his jaw feathers. "I need you so much more than this." It's less of a plea and more of a commentary on the alchemist's state of being.

On his knees as Ronin is, Remi can't resist the temptation to let his own hips rise once again now that that the only friction he feels is because of the tenting in his own sweatpants. Releasing Ronin's cock with one of his hands to fix his fingers around the Star's hip, Remi begins stroking his palm against his husband's erection. "Tell me this is all you want." Remi dares. "Tell me you don't want more than this."