i'd bring you further roses
"Well since this is apparently my fault for trying to be romantic—" Remi muttered distractedly, pale stare sweeping across the red petals littering the ground before returning to the near-intersection of their combined lengths. "—I suppose I should make up for it." He added, cheeks flush with colour as his too-pale stare drifted decidedly lower.
Had Remi known that this decision would have been something new for the ex-captain, he might have taken a moment and mischievously quipped something before continuing. As it was though with his thoughts scattered just as the petals were and his own heartbeat roaring in his ears, waiting was not something he particularly wanted to do. Shifting lower to place himself between the hunter's thighs, a clearish sort of something appeared on his fingers as Remi wrapped a hand around one of Ronin's legs. Leaning forward, at the same time as Remi shifted the ex-captain's legs to apply what Ronin would soon realize was a lubricant, he captured Ronin's cock between his lips, sliding his tongue down the length of him as he applied slight pressure with his fingers.
Here is where the word, the smirk, the quip might have been inserted, but instead there was only Remi. Pulling back his head and sliding up the ex-captain's body, Remi gripped the back of Ronin's thigh, pressing himself into the hunter and at the same time, moaning some incomprehensible articulation of relief against Ronin's lips.
Had Remi known that this decision would have been something new for the ex-captain, he might have taken a moment and mischievously quipped something before continuing. As it was though with his thoughts scattered just as the petals were and his own heartbeat roaring in his ears, waiting was not something he particularly wanted to do. Shifting lower to place himself between the hunter's thighs, a clearish sort of something appeared on his fingers as Remi wrapped a hand around one of Ronin's legs. Leaning forward, at the same time as Remi shifted the ex-captain's legs to apply what Ronin would soon realize was a lubricant, he captured Ronin's cock between his lips, sliding his tongue down the length of him as he applied slight pressure with his fingers.
Here is where the word, the smirk, the quip might have been inserted, but instead there was only Remi. Pulling back his head and sliding up the ex-captain's body, Remi gripped the back of Ronin's thigh, pressing himself into the hunter and at the same time, moaning some incomprehensible articulation of relief against Ronin's lips.
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.
