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
"Then don't." Remi means to sound reassuring, but the words are all but growled into his husband's shoulder. "Slow does not mean—" But it doesn't matter what it means anymore, because already he can feel the telltale signs of his husband's orgasm all around him—and as Ronin hugs Remi closer, the alchemist feels his own, as well.
Remi cums with Ronin's name on his lips and his heartbeat thundering out an unsustainable rhythm. This time though it isn't accompanied by muttered curses or white-knuckled grips against the headboard, and Remi finds that he's more able to ride-out the wave of pleasure Ronin has set him on more fully. With toes that curl and tingle, Remi's lungs are left to deal with whatever hasty sip of air the alchemist last breathed as he lets himself rise and fall into the last shivers of bliss.
His eyes are closed—have they been the whole time? Remi doesn't know—and it's with slow fingers that have all but forgotten how to move that the alchemist slips them into the Star's hair and across his back. 'I do not even know what to say.' Half-thoughts sparkle in Remi's mind—let's find our own island and run away, let's never leave this bed, let's get married again—but none of it truly captures how he's feeling. And so, with a slow smile, Remi lets his head loll softly against his husband's. "I do not believe I have ever been happier."
Remi cums with Ronin's name on his lips and his heartbeat thundering out an unsustainable rhythm. This time though it isn't accompanied by muttered curses or white-knuckled grips against the headboard, and Remi finds that he's more able to ride-out the wave of pleasure Ronin has set him on more fully. With toes that curl and tingle, Remi's lungs are left to deal with whatever hasty sip of air the alchemist last breathed as he lets himself rise and fall into the last shivers of bliss.
His eyes are closed—have they been the whole time? Remi doesn't know—and it's with slow fingers that have all but forgotten how to move that the alchemist slips them into the Star's hair and across his back. 'I do not even know what to say.' Half-thoughts sparkle in Remi's mind—let's find our own island and run away, let's never leave this bed, let's get married again—but none of it truly captures how he's feeling. And so, with a slow smile, Remi lets his head loll softly against his husband's. "I do not believe I have ever been happier."
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.
