With a surprised gasp of pleasure, something that was both a near cousin of amusement as well as need, Remi moulded himself against the fox, his body all but putty in the merchant's grasp. The alchemist could feel his toes curling, the hand tracing circles around his friend's length having quickly moved to the floor at his side to help him balance.
While it was true to say that the alchemist could not recall having been so full of shaky and haphazard desire (given his continued removal of memories), objectively it was likely true as well. With Ronin his release had been sweet and a thing that seemed to satisfy the hawk's emotional desires as much as his physical ones. This though was something entirely different. Something that the alchemist couldn't give a name to but that his body was screaming over and over. "Loads of them." Remi whispered against the fox's coppery hair, checks flushed. "Pick a door."
While it was true to say that the alchemist could not recall having been so full of shaky and haphazard desire (given his continued removal of memories), objectively it was likely true as well. With Ronin his release had been sweet and a thing that seemed to satisfy the hawk's emotional desires as much as his physical ones. This though was something entirely different. Something that the alchemist couldn't give a name to but that his body was screaming over and over. "Loads of them." Remi whispered against the fox's coppery hair, checks flushed. "Pick a door."
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.
