Ianto was right and as foolish and shame-filled as the alchemist ought to have felt, on the decrescendo-side of his orgasm with Ianto's arousal complete in his grip he couldn't quite bring himself to feel it. Biting the inside of his lip as if the pain could awaken sense in him, Remi closed his eyes and leaned forward, a growl bubbling against Ianto's collar-bone. "Have I told you that you are the worst, yet?" The alchemist whispered against the skin there in between small nips of his teeth.
Though his hand did not release, it did begin to move. Slowly at first, Ianto would quickly find the underwear he'd been given transmuted into feathers that softly wafted towards the ground leaving him naked in Remi's grasp. His other hand trailed along the length of Ianto's leg, starting from the swell of his hip and then curling under his thigh to grip the muscle there as his fingers went from feathers to flesh, increasing their pressure.
Though his hand did not release, it did begin to move. Slowly at first, Ianto would quickly find the underwear he'd been given transmuted into feathers that softly wafted towards the ground leaving him naked in Remi's grasp. His other hand trailed along the length of Ianto's leg, starting from the swell of his hip and then curling under his thigh to grip the muscle there as his fingers went from feathers to flesh, increasing their pressure.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
