RONIN
the supernova
While pressure and ecstasy builds in all the obvious places they connect, Ronin swears he can feel Remi's kisses in his fingertips and the press of his fingers against the back of his throat and teeth. Likely it's a strange amalgamation of magic at work, but the Nova enjoys believing it's the sheer force of his desire for the other man that makes it so. Regardless, chasing pleasure with his whole body and mind, the sound of his name dripping from his husband's lips is all the fuel he needs on a fire already very well stoked.
"Let me--" he whispers, the words hurriedly murmurs against the alchemist's jaw, even as one of his hands sneaks between them. Wrapping his fingers around the other man's cock, he coaxes him towards climax with feverish strokes that are utterly at odds with the pace he's chosen - which, he likes to think, is exactly the point.
"Let me--" he whispers, the words hurriedly murmurs against the alchemist's jaw, even as one of his hands sneaks between them. Wrapping his fingers around the other man's cock, he coaxes him towards climax with feverish strokes that are utterly at odds with the pace he's chosen - which, he likes to think, is exactly the point.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
