the cosmos in my coffee

i've got a river for a soul

Raising an eyebrow mischievously as the room begins to flicker into grey and black tones with their bed suddenly ringed by translucent bars, the illusion stutters out of existence as Ronin's fingers dig into the alchemist's skin and thoughtlessly he lets his eyes roll back slightly to focus on the sensation.

'Please, can one of us ask for disintegration magic.' The alchemist complains, unhappy that with so much skin between them, two paltry bits of fabric somehow manage to keep them each caged. So it is that Remi is forced to pull his curls from Ronin's fingers that he might descend his husband's body. Keeping his body low so that the top of his husband's erection is teased by the pressure of his torso the entire time, Remi wastes little time stripping off his husband's underwear.

With or without Ronin's help, Remi will free himself of the remainder of his clothing as well, and though he's tempted to simply take all of the Huntsman into his mouth at once simply because he can, instead he submerges from beneath the sea of blankets with a crooked smile. "Ti amerò finché non sarai l'unica stella rimasta al mondo." Remi whispers, and though the words will mean little to Ronin, they're carried with a midnight pulse of endless love and desire the reflects in the alchemist's green eyes.