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

Remi can only grin—or gasp, he isn't sure which—against the top of Ronin's shoulder. Fire floods his veins as waves of pleasure and love slosh between his ribs. It makes him feel like he's floating, which perhaps explains why his legs suddenly tense around Roni or why his fingertips are clutching for purchase against sweat-slick skin.  'Non fermarti—' He whispers as if saying the words too loudly might somehow shove them off the tightrope they walk. Falling would be bliss, Remi knows, because down that way is the promise of an orgasm. But for once the alchemist doesn't want to crash into it; he wants to fly.

'Nnn, don't...stop..' His hips roll effortlessly as one of Remi's hands slides down Ronin's lower back, wanting to cause as much pressure between them as possible. Remi knows with just the barest touches of his hand he could make himself cum, but gods it almost seems worth it to let his orgasm pass him by to keep his hands on the Star.