the things we hold are always the first to go
Remi wasn't the only one reduced to something primal, though regrettably the hunter wasn't capable of claws or growls. Even so, he made sure the alchemist knew how much he was enjoying this, kissing the side of Remi's neck as his head tilted back, his hand guiding them both in long and luxurious strokes. A frustrated groan escaping his lips, Ronin flopped back against the pillows again, shivering and grinning at the clawed finger that went trailing down the inside of his thigh.
"Ah yes, the kitchen," he agreed with a wink, releasing both of them even as his body screamed out for him to continue. "Mm, you turned all our clothes into feathers and petals. I got nothing to flip with - you decide. You've had a hard morning, after all." And it would only get harder, however they wanted to go about it.
"Ah yes, the kitchen," he agreed with a wink, releasing both of them even as his body screamed out for him to continue. "Mm, you turned all our clothes into feathers and petals. I got nothing to flip with - you decide. You've had a hard morning, after all." And it would only get harder, however they wanted to go about it.
