IANTO
Ianto had fallen for Remi before, back in a small commoner's house in Northaven one night, but seeing him now only made that more evident. The dark fire in his eyes, the sounds of frustration low in his throat, the fevered need in each movement - all of it served only to push Ianto further towards his own undoing.
And whilst it was very, very clear that Remi was enjoying himself, the alchemist would know without much effort that the feeling was mutual. Each rock of his hips pressed him further against Ianto's aching length, dragging a mixture of moans and breathless gasps from his throat.
"Mm... shut up," he snarked playfully at the other man's teasing, his hand pumping harder now, faster, as if helping Remi to reach his end would somehow facilitate Ianto's own.
And whilst it was very, very clear that Remi was enjoying himself, the alchemist would know without much effort that the feeling was mutual. Each rock of his hips pressed him further against Ianto's aching length, dragging a mixture of moans and breathless gasps from his throat.
"Mm... shut up," he snarked playfully at the other man's teasing, his hand pumping harder now, faster, as if helping Remi to reach his end would somehow facilitate Ianto's own.
where are your gods now
