IANTO
Remi's hands on him, arching and bucking him forward drew a hoarse groan from Ianto's throat. He was so consumed in the heat of the alchemist, in the sweetness of his tongue and the scent of sweat and sex and something else, something altogether more Remi, that when he drew back and turned away Ianto almost snapped his teeth at him, as if to remind him that he wasn't done.
Luckily the aggression melted back into fever and passion when the fox realised what was happening, and he moaned into the crook of Remi's neck, his arm draping over his shoulder, body moulding against him. "I don't want to hurt you," he mumbled, reaching down between them with his free hand, so he could tilt Remi's hips back just so. "You're magic," he muttered. "Can you make with the turning underwear into feathers...?" So saying, Ianto was already exploring the ass beneath said underwear with his hand, fingers stroking around the exact place where he knew Remi wanted him.
Luckily the aggression melted back into fever and passion when the fox realised what was happening, and he moaned into the crook of Remi's neck, his arm draping over his shoulder, body moulding against him. "I don't want to hurt you," he mumbled, reaching down between them with his free hand, so he could tilt Remi's hips back just so. "You're magic," he muttered. "Can you make with the turning underwear into feathers...?" So saying, Ianto was already exploring the ass beneath said underwear with his hand, fingers stroking around the exact place where he knew Remi wanted him.
where are your gods now
