bring back the water, let your ships roll in
Hearing his name from Ronin's lips made something inside of his belly coil, and heat, and then somehow also expand. It made the back of his legs tense as he tried to remain where he was and not simply thrust himself down upon the ex-captain in a movement of pure need and want.
That was before, of course, Ronin took him into his mouth.
"G-h-hhh-" Remi whined distantly, all sorts of words and demands and pleas combining into one incoherent sound. One of his hands tangled against Ronin's head, unapologetically gripping the dark mop of hair encouraging the movements—to his detriment though they might have been.
Despite his judgement, Remi's hips moved forwards at opposite motions of his hand, encouraging the hunter along as his breathing came in shallow and desperate pants. All he wants in that moment was to fuck Ronin in whatever capacity, as hard as he could. Despite the alchemist's good and altruistic nature, he might well have suffocated the man he'd just pledged his life to, so overwhelmingly pleasurable were his lips.
"Nn-n--n-" Remi started to say, eyelids slipping shut as his head leaned back. His hips jutted forward, and all he wanted was to thrust and feel Ronin's tongue against him.
But no. There was something he wanted more.
Something he'd never had.
Claws appeared at the ends of his fingers as his hand moved from Ronin's hair to his chest. The snarl on Remi's lips was predatory and primal, the height of his willpower. "No—" Remi breathed through teeth turned sharp. "—now—I have never been...I..." His mind was almost gone. Every fibre of his being screamed for Ronin's touch, and though he had it in one capacity, he needed more.
There was a soft pleading in the glassy-gaze that was beginning to be lined with gold. A predatory hunger, a primal need, a human desperation.
That was before, of course, Ronin took him into his mouth.
"G-h-hhh-" Remi whined distantly, all sorts of words and demands and pleas combining into one incoherent sound. One of his hands tangled against Ronin's head, unapologetically gripping the dark mop of hair encouraging the movements—to his detriment though they might have been.
Despite his judgement, Remi's hips moved forwards at opposite motions of his hand, encouraging the hunter along as his breathing came in shallow and desperate pants. All he wants in that moment was to fuck Ronin in whatever capacity, as hard as he could. Despite the alchemist's good and altruistic nature, he might well have suffocated the man he'd just pledged his life to, so overwhelmingly pleasurable were his lips.
"Nn-n--n-" Remi started to say, eyelids slipping shut as his head leaned back. His hips jutted forward, and all he wanted was to thrust and feel Ronin's tongue against him.
But no. There was something he wanted more.
Something he'd never had.
Claws appeared at the ends of his fingers as his hand moved from Ronin's hair to his chest. The snarl on Remi's lips was predatory and primal, the height of his willpower. "No—" Remi breathed through teeth turned sharp. "—now—I have never been...I..." His mind was almost gone. Every fibre of his being screamed for Ronin's touch, and though he had it in one capacity, he needed more.
There was a soft pleading in the glassy-gaze that was beginning to be lined with gold. A predatory hunger, a primal need, a human desperation.
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.
