bring back the water, let your ships roll in
Remi yielded more than willingly as he was tugged down. The feeling of even this little amount of force—of presumable want from Ronin—made his bones itch with desire. The tenuous tug of willpower it took to hold off from dissolving their clothes as he had done before made his toes curls with delicious agony as his tongue and lips hungrily took from Ronin's the silent outpouring of all the hunter wasn't saying.
Placing his knees astride Ronin's hips, Remi's hands wandered down his sides with one trailing lower towards the ex-captain's lower back. Grinding his hips downwards as he encouraged Ronin's to rise and meet his, Remi moaned a breathless note of excruciating pleasure. The need to breathe tried to combat against the alchemist's need to have and taste and devour the hunter's lips, resulting in hasty sips of air. "I want you always." Remi panted distractedly, pulling back slightly to regard Ronin with lust-filled eyes and coral cheeks. "Right now though," Remi continued, leaning down to gently (and then not so gently) nibble against Ronin's ear, his erection pressed unapologetically against him. "I want you to take the energy Isla gave you back, and I want you to fuck me." He whispered against Ronin, his back arcing downwards to eliminate all space between their bodies.
That was the thing about promising forever. It was a dichotomy of having, and be had. And while Remi now had Ronin in one sense, he wanted to be had by the man in the other. He burned with it, his entire body screaming out in silent iterations of thrusts and small moans, wandering fingers and needy looks.
Placing his knees astride Ronin's hips, Remi's hands wandered down his sides with one trailing lower towards the ex-captain's lower back. Grinding his hips downwards as he encouraged Ronin's to rise and meet his, Remi moaned a breathless note of excruciating pleasure. The need to breathe tried to combat against the alchemist's need to have and taste and devour the hunter's lips, resulting in hasty sips of air. "I want you always." Remi panted distractedly, pulling back slightly to regard Ronin with lust-filled eyes and coral cheeks. "Right now though," Remi continued, leaning down to gently (and then not so gently) nibble against Ronin's ear, his erection pressed unapologetically against him. "I want you to take the energy Isla gave you back, and I want you to fuck me." He whispered against Ronin, his back arcing downwards to eliminate all space between their bodies.
That was the thing about promising forever. It was a dichotomy of having, and be had. And while Remi now had Ronin in one sense, he wanted to be had by the man in the other. He burned with it, his entire body screaming out in silent iterations of thrusts and small moans, wandering fingers and needy looks.
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.
