The tug against his hair sent shivers of pleasure through his body, igniting Remi's more base-instincts as evidenced by the amber steadily creeping into his green eyes. The look he returned to the fox was one of wicked and decisive need. Even this-side of his climax, there was still so much of Ianto that he wanted. To be denied (even for such sensible reasons) left him frenzied in the wake of all that was quite literally within his grasp.
Finding that there were better things for his tongue and lips to be doing, Remi surged forward in a swift motion, meaning to lay the fox flat on his back. Lips against Ianto's, Remi growled into him, only able to breathe in quick sips of air as he pressed himself against the fox. It was only for a moment that he could lay atop him, erect as he was. And so without parting his lips from Ianto's, Remi rolled to the side, his hand once against feather-fluttering down the fox's chest. "What about being on the floor of the guildhall?" Remi said in a teasing but gruff whisper
Finding that there were better things for his tongue and lips to be doing, Remi surged forward in a swift motion, meaning to lay the fox flat on his back. Lips against Ianto's, Remi growled into him, only able to breathe in quick sips of air as he pressed himself against the fox. It was only for a moment that he could lay atop him, erect as he was. And so without parting his lips from Ianto's, Remi rolled to the side, his hand once against feather-fluttering down the fox's chest. "What about being on the floor of the guildhall?" Remi said in a teasing but gruff whisper
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.
