there is always hope
Stop? How exactly was he meant to do that? Even though his body screamed with the effort of it, begging for a sweet release being expertly denied it by an exquisite grip around the base of his cock, Ronin wasn't going to stop. Not until he had pushed Remi over the edge and sent the two of them tumbling into the dark. He groaned low in his throat, the hunter covered in a sheen of sweat as he hitched Remi a little further up the wall, giving himself better leverage to thrust and buck into him.
Still, for all of Ronin's good intentions, something molten in his core was close to unravelling, like a spring stretched to snapping point. His movements became more frenzied, punctuated by a moan that was half a plea, his lips against the alchemist's neck. "R-re..." he tried, gasping against his skin. "Hn...c-can't..."
Still, for all of Ronin's good intentions, something molten in his core was close to unravelling, like a spring stretched to snapping point. His movements became more frenzied, punctuated by a moan that was half a plea, his lips against the alchemist's neck. "R-re..." he tried, gasping against his skin. "Hn...c-can't..."
