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
"Maybe that's a bit optimistic." Remi mumbles with breathless joy. No, they couldn't stay like this for hours, but could they stay this close? Remi would find a way. Now more than ever, he never wanted any distance between them again.
While Ronin's naive vows of love are stayed by rationality, Remi's are choked off by the moans that surge between the sips of air he's forced to take. His breathing is growing more ragged than he'd like and despite his every intention to keep things slow, he can't seem to help the way his hips rise off of the bed; the angle increases the friction against his own erection, sandwiched between their bodies as it is, and also how deeply Ronin is able to thrust. Both have Remi's eyes rolling back in his head, and even as his back arcs and stretches, the alchemist doesn't feel like he's chasing. Breathless and panting though he might be, (and being on the bottom certainly helps), Remi is more than content to let the fireworks of his orgasm light themselves.
Having confessed and reaffirmed his love for the Star more than enough this night, Remi finds his lips dancing between silent laughter and fluttering encouraging kisses against whatever part of Ronin is within reach. Every thrust brings them closer together, and every second Ronin moves away is one that sparks joyful and decadent anticipation. "I'm close...but I still want it slow."
While Ronin's naive vows of love are stayed by rationality, Remi's are choked off by the moans that surge between the sips of air he's forced to take. His breathing is growing more ragged than he'd like and despite his every intention to keep things slow, he can't seem to help the way his hips rise off of the bed; the angle increases the friction against his own erection, sandwiched between their bodies as it is, and also how deeply Ronin is able to thrust. Both have Remi's eyes rolling back in his head, and even as his back arcs and stretches, the alchemist doesn't feel like he's chasing. Breathless and panting though he might be, (and being on the bottom certainly helps), Remi is more than content to let the fireworks of his orgasm light themselves.
Having confessed and reaffirmed his love for the Star more than enough this night, Remi finds his lips dancing between silent laughter and fluttering encouraging kisses against whatever part of Ronin is within reach. Every thrust brings them closer together, and every second Ronin moves away is one that sparks joyful and decadent anticipation. "I'm close...but I still want it slow."
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.
