i'd bring you further roses
Remi thought that the ex-captain was holding him steady in an effort to tease, and so it was perhaps lucky that the alchemist did not force the issue by driving himself further forward, but instead remained in a hellishly pleasant moment of stillness that ate away at the limits of Remi's willpower that were once so strong and well-defined.
As Ronin began to move however, Remi gasped against his lips, then let his forehead tumble forward onto the hunter's chest as his back arched against the sensation of being fully encapsulated by Ronin. But still he wanted more. He wanted deeper. He wanted the sort of closeness that come from breathlessness and sweat and mutual orgasms. Without noticing, Remi had begun to anchor himself with his feet against the floor, though in an effort to do so his toes had become claws that dug into the soft wood of the guild floor. Splintering as Remi thrust forward, he hitched his hand further up Ronin's leg to clasp the muscle of his ass for leverage. "How are you like this" The alchemist laughed almost hysterically against Ronin's chest, his teeth nipping distractedly as he continued to lose himself in the hunter's increasing pace and hooked leg.
A predatory sounding growl rumbled low in Remi's throat, and against Ronin's neck the alchemist grit his teeth, raising half-lidded eyes that bore the tell-tale signs of a man trying desperately not to give in. For a brief moment lucidity flashed back into Remi's gaze as he reached out with his magic. Though Remi didn't know that their current position was new for Ronin, he was fairly certain that this would be. Needing his hands for other things (leverage, for one), that didn't leave Remi a ton of options to ensure that his friend? lover? whatever was currently as well-taken care of as he was. With every thrust Remi could feel the length of Ronin against his lower stomach, but that friction alone simply wouldn't do. And so with magical means, Ronin would find his erection somehow grasped, and clenched, and stroked to the rhythm of their bodies.
As Ronin began to move however, Remi gasped against his lips, then let his forehead tumble forward onto the hunter's chest as his back arched against the sensation of being fully encapsulated by Ronin. But still he wanted more. He wanted deeper. He wanted the sort of closeness that come from breathlessness and sweat and mutual orgasms. Without noticing, Remi had begun to anchor himself with his feet against the floor, though in an effort to do so his toes had become claws that dug into the soft wood of the guild floor. Splintering as Remi thrust forward, he hitched his hand further up Ronin's leg to clasp the muscle of his ass for leverage. "How are you like this" The alchemist laughed almost hysterically against Ronin's chest, his teeth nipping distractedly as he continued to lose himself in the hunter's increasing pace and hooked leg.
A predatory sounding growl rumbled low in Remi's throat, and against Ronin's neck the alchemist grit his teeth, raising half-lidded eyes that bore the tell-tale signs of a man trying desperately not to give in. For a brief moment lucidity flashed back into Remi's gaze as he reached out with his magic. Though Remi didn't know that their current position was new for Ronin, he was fairly certain that this would be. Needing his hands for other things (leverage, for one), that didn't leave Remi a ton of options to ensure that his friend? lover? whatever was currently as well-taken care of as he was. With every thrust Remi could feel the length of Ronin against his lower stomach, but that friction alone simply wouldn't do. And so with magical means, Ronin would find his erection somehow grasped, and clenched, and stroked to the rhythm of their bodies.
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.
