something chemical

like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

'On the ground, yes, but also—" The heels pressed into his muscles have them flinching in response, and he finds that he suddenly hates himself indeed for being the thing that is blocking his mouth from Ronin's. "Dei, sei tutto ciò che voglio." He moans through strained lips, even as another set of them lavishes the Star with a tongue that's grown sloppy and haphazard due to the overwhelming pressure building between Remi's legs. If the other-him has an erection to take care of, that part of him can absolutely get fucked. It's strange to have such a predatory response to oneself, and yet here Remi was, half snarling down at his own head of curls, allowing his projection to persist if only because of the pleasure it was bringing Ronin.

"Fuck, Ronin. Cum, I want you to—" Stretching forward a shaky hand to clasp the side of Ronin's face, Remi fucks the Star for all he's worth. Lines of sweat part the muddy waters on his cheeks, allowing flushed skin to bloom through like lazy trails of blood. "—cum." He all but demands as he anchors himself to those blue eyes and wills himself to tread Ronin's waters just long enough for the Star to bring them crashing down.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)