i'd bring you further roses
"You deserve...the.." best, he was probably going to say, but the words were moulded into a moan as Ronin kissed him anew and all coherent thought on the alchemist's part was gone. Or so he thought anyway, but as Ronin guided the length of him into his hands and against his own erection, Remi's thoughts became positively primal. A low rumble vibrated in Remi's chest as he leaned slightly to the side if only to give Ronin's hand more room, his teeth becoming slightly sharper and his kisses more urgent as if there was more of Ronin to taste if only he was diligent. Unbidden his hips rocked forward with the coaxing of the hunter's fingers, and the alchemist found himself pulling his head back to hiss out a frustrated moan, forcing himself to slow.
Gazing down at Ronin, bathed in remarkable clarity and a magical light that seemed to emulate from within him, the alchemist panted and shook his head with a desperate sort of determination. Despite this, he could feel the want of his hips to thrust forward in Ronin's grasp, and his erection twitching in a familiar physical cry for more, more, more.
"Save that for the kitchen." Remi laughed breathlessly not wanting to have the moment over so soon. Letting his knees fall astride the ex-captain's body, Remi moved himself back enough that he hovered over Ronin's thighs. "Want to flip for it?" He asked with a wicked laugh, one of his not-quite-clawed-not-quite-human fingers trailing down the inside of Ronin's thigh. It didn't feel awkward to ask, Remi having been both a top and bottom before. Maybe one day he could magic a way so that they could both somehow participate equally, but for now, he was happy to oblige the ex-captain (so long as he decided quickly).
Gazing down at Ronin, bathed in remarkable clarity and a magical light that seemed to emulate from within him, the alchemist panted and shook his head with a desperate sort of determination. Despite this, he could feel the want of his hips to thrust forward in Ronin's grasp, and his erection twitching in a familiar physical cry for more, more, more.
"Save that for the kitchen." Remi laughed breathlessly not wanting to have the moment over so soon. Letting his knees fall astride the ex-captain's body, Remi moved himself back enough that he hovered over Ronin's thighs. "Want to flip for it?" He asked with a wicked laugh, one of his not-quite-clawed-not-quite-human fingers trailing down the inside of Ronin's thigh. It didn't feel awkward to ask, Remi having been both a top and bottom before. Maybe one day he could magic a way so that they could both somehow participate equally, but for now, he was happy to oblige the ex-captain (so long as he decided quickly).
but it does you no good
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.
