that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
Remi's eyes roll up and then back as Ronin's kisses begin to migrate lower, causing dark flares of arousal to heat his belly and between his thighs. Grumbling some incoherent rejection of his husband's apology, Remi presses claw-tipped fingers against the back of his husband's skull, before taking a breath of crisp air that does absolutely nothing to dampen the combination of blood lust and lust-lust building in his bones.
"Of course I stayed." The Lullaby replies with a grim smile. "The only difficult part was not interfering." Gods had he wanted to though, especially when Ronin called himself Safrin's dog. He knew what the words were meant to inspire in Sunjata, but he hadn't expected the violet hate and fury that had arisen in the back of his throat, slicing away at his rationality like razor blades. "There's still time.." Remi whispers as his hand slides around Ronin's waist to press against the front of his pants. "It isn't like Sunjata could have gotten far..." Still time to undo having done the right thing. He adds, his palm pressed suggestively as his fingers grow tight in Ronin's hair.
"Of course I stayed." The Lullaby replies with a grim smile. "The only difficult part was not interfering." Gods had he wanted to though, especially when Ronin called himself Safrin's dog. He knew what the words were meant to inspire in Sunjata, but he hadn't expected the violet hate and fury that had arisen in the back of his throat, slicing away at his rationality like razor blades. "There's still time.." Remi whispers as his hand slides around Ronin's waist to press against the front of his pants. "It isn't like Sunjata could have gotten far..." Still time to undo having done the right thing. He adds, his palm pressed suggestively as his fingers grow tight in Ronin's hair.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
