bring back the water, let your ships roll in
With a growl Remi let himself be temporarily pried away from Ronin as the ex-captain slipped his shirt over his head. The alchemist let his fingers reacquaint themselves with the hunter's sides anew, relishing the soft and unmarked skin. For a moment Remi's teeth ground against one another as his head tipped back, the feeling of mounting need temporarily drowning out his rational thoughts. He wanted to ravage, and take, and have, and be had, but there was something just as satisfying about delaying.
Dizzy with lust, Remi's fingers somehow found the edge of one of the stairs, pushing himself back. The world seemed to swim and pulse, and in the center of it, holding him steady and constant and hard was Ronin. Exhaling an almost confused puff of air as rationality crashed back onto him, the alchemist pushed himself slightly back off of the stairs (and subsequently Ronin, hard as that was to do), and remove his own shirt.
For a moment he merely panted, eyes cast down at the ex-captain who was in dazzling technicolor compared to the stairs. "Ronin.." He all but whined as the man's fingers came to the fastening of his pants.
Dizzy with lust, Remi's fingers somehow found the edge of one of the stairs, pushing himself back. The world seemed to swim and pulse, and in the center of it, holding him steady and constant and hard was Ronin. Exhaling an almost confused puff of air as rationality crashed back onto him, the alchemist pushed himself slightly back off of the stairs (and subsequently Ronin, hard as that was to do), and remove his own shirt.
For a moment he merely panted, eyes cast down at the ex-captain who was in dazzling technicolor compared to the stairs. "Ronin.." He all but whined as the man's fingers came to the fastening of his pants.
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.
