bring back the water, let your ships roll in
There was a time Remi thought that Ronin's experience might have intimidated him. Not out of jealousy, but out of a need to please, to be enough, to satisfy. Now though, he simply basked in the way Ronin was able to pull himself back, to offer an easy smile that took Remi's breath away, and to above all, know what to do next.
The alchemist was absolutely innocent in his need, yielding and submissive in a way that did not hearken back to his commoner-upbringing. Stepping back a few steps, his erection proudly demarcating the distance between the two, Remi was utterly breathless and silent, lost in the moments between when Ronin's hands were on him, and when they would bea gain.
Nearly collapsing into the kiss, Remi's brows came together in an expression of something like pain and distraction. He felt the feline-urge inside of him wanting to devour Ronin in some unnamed capacity, and indeed rather than feathers now, tufts of gold began to spread through his curls as a hand punctuated by claws drew the ex-captain further against him.
You won't bubbled on his lips, but of course...that wasn't necessarily true. Like the ex-captain was in just about every other aspect, his cock was just as impressive. Almost begrudgingly, if only because it took proper effort and forced Remi's mind off of Ronin's lips and the feel of him against him, the alchemist's forehead dropped against Ronin's shoulder as he took a few hasty sips of air. With claws rather than magic now, Remi loosened his lover's pants from around his waist. Part of him wanted to drop to his knees, to take Ronin into his mouth and return both the favour and the torment that had been bestowed upon him. The rest of him though, a much larger part of him than he would have ever guessed, was growing insistent. The lubricant the ex-captain had hinted at suddenly appeared in Remi's hand. Biting against one of Ronin's collarbones, he tried to slow his mind enough to make the application therein enjoyable for his counterpart, rather than the hasty motion his body wanted it to be. "Ronin—" Remi murmured against his skin, one hand applying the lube insistently but with clear aim for pleasure against Ronin's own erection, while his free hand roamed lowered, cupping Ronin's ass to force his cock further forward into a waiting, but impatient hand.
The alchemist was absolutely innocent in his need, yielding and submissive in a way that did not hearken back to his commoner-upbringing. Stepping back a few steps, his erection proudly demarcating the distance between the two, Remi was utterly breathless and silent, lost in the moments between when Ronin's hands were on him, and when they would bea gain.
Nearly collapsing into the kiss, Remi's brows came together in an expression of something like pain and distraction. He felt the feline-urge inside of him wanting to devour Ronin in some unnamed capacity, and indeed rather than feathers now, tufts of gold began to spread through his curls as a hand punctuated by claws drew the ex-captain further against him.
You won't bubbled on his lips, but of course...that wasn't necessarily true. Like the ex-captain was in just about every other aspect, his cock was just as impressive. Almost begrudgingly, if only because it took proper effort and forced Remi's mind off of Ronin's lips and the feel of him against him, the alchemist's forehead dropped against Ronin's shoulder as he took a few hasty sips of air. With claws rather than magic now, Remi loosened his lover's pants from around his waist. Part of him wanted to drop to his knees, to take Ronin into his mouth and return both the favour and the torment that had been bestowed upon him. The rest of him though, a much larger part of him than he would have ever guessed, was growing insistent. The lubricant the ex-captain had hinted at suddenly appeared in Remi's hand. Biting against one of Ronin's collarbones, he tried to slow his mind enough to make the application therein enjoyable for his counterpart, rather than the hasty motion his body wanted it to be. "Ronin—" Remi murmured against his skin, one hand applying the lube insistently but with clear aim for pleasure against Ronin's own erection, while his free hand roamed lowered, cupping Ronin's ass to force his cock further forward into a waiting, but impatient hand.
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.
