bring back the water, let your ships roll in
Everything was a blur. The room was a disheartening wash of blacks and greys; clarity couldn't imbue colour. Not even with magic, it seemed. But Ronin, words of love and aphorisms of joy aside couldn't properly paint the scene with words that that the alchemist currently saw through hooded eyes.
However as Ronin finally entered him, the world entirely dissolved. The alchemist had no words and not simply because he was no cunning linguistic. Rationality dissolved, the guildhall dissolved, the world dissolved; there was only Ronin.
And then, because romance and first-times are not always kind, there was also pain.
Hitching in a breath as Ronin's impressive length filled him entirely until there was no distance between himself and the ex-captain, Remi growled a note low in his throat. A predatory note, though not one of displeasure, just of discomfort. His claws dug deeper into the wood as his chin raised, fanged-teeth clenched together for a stretched-out moment of tension and pressure that warbled perilously on the edge of pleasure for what felt like an eternity. But as Ronin retreated a pulse and then pressed forward again, the bliss came and to say that the alchemist unraveled would have been an understatement. Reaching forward with his free hand Remi encouraged Ronin forward, though the ex-captain's inertia needed little aid. "R-r-r-" Remi started to say, but it was lost in the midst of sips of air, gasps of pleasure, and teeth that grit against the building pressure low in his belly.
"H-h-" Remi tried, the sensation of Ronin now easy and welcome and free of pain. Stimulating a place the alchemist had only engaged on his own, Remi's head tilted back against the wall, a roar of pleasure leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered open and closed again.
"--ard-er-"
However as Ronin finally entered him, the world entirely dissolved. The alchemist had no words and not simply because he was no cunning linguistic. Rationality dissolved, the guildhall dissolved, the world dissolved; there was only Ronin.
And then, because romance and first-times are not always kind, there was also pain.
Hitching in a breath as Ronin's impressive length filled him entirely until there was no distance between himself and the ex-captain, Remi growled a note low in his throat. A predatory note, though not one of displeasure, just of discomfort. His claws dug deeper into the wood as his chin raised, fanged-teeth clenched together for a stretched-out moment of tension and pressure that warbled perilously on the edge of pleasure for what felt like an eternity. But as Ronin retreated a pulse and then pressed forward again, the bliss came and to say that the alchemist unraveled would have been an understatement. Reaching forward with his free hand Remi encouraged Ronin forward, though the ex-captain's inertia needed little aid. "R-r-r-" Remi started to say, but it was lost in the midst of sips of air, gasps of pleasure, and teeth that grit against the building pressure low in his belly.
"H-h-" Remi tried, the sensation of Ronin now easy and welcome and free of pain. Stimulating a place the alchemist had only engaged on his own, Remi's head tilted back against the wall, a roar of pleasure leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered open and closed again.
"--ard-er-"
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.
