IANTO
One hand slid beneath Remi's thigh as his leg curled about Ianto, aiding in the need for them to be ever closer. Inhaling sharply at the nip to his lower lip, the fox was caught up in the current of passion currently running riot through the both of them, his other hand drifting lower to squeeze Remi's ass as if that might somehow magic away the rest of their clothes.
Arching his hips up, the fox pulled back barely enough to snatch in a breath of air, though he did manage a very wicked smile to the alchemist. Before giving Remi a chance to figure out what it was for, however, Ianto pulled him back in for a slow and deep kiss, one intended to distract. If he was successful, he hoped that Remi wouldn't realise until it was too late that his hand was making a beeline beneath the waistline of his underwear.
Dexterous fingers wrapping about the length of him, Ianto squeezed gently, moving in long and luxurious strokes to match the rhythm of his tongue against Remi's mouth.
Arching his hips up, the fox pulled back barely enough to snatch in a breath of air, though he did manage a very wicked smile to the alchemist. Before giving Remi a chance to figure out what it was for, however, Ianto pulled him back in for a slow and deep kiss, one intended to distract. If he was successful, he hoped that Remi wouldn't realise until it was too late that his hand was making a beeline beneath the waistline of his underwear.
Dexterous fingers wrapping about the length of him, Ianto squeezed gently, moving in long and luxurious strokes to match the rhythm of his tongue against Remi's mouth.
where are your gods now
