bring back the water, let your ships roll in
The fatigue of his muscles as everything tightened and held and pulsed made Remi's legs shake even as they looped around Ronin's waist. Above, a clawed hand gouged holes deep into the wall as Remi tried to maintain his position above the hunter. However as Ronin shifted him slightly higher, his thrusts now engaging new lengths within the alchemist, Remi hissed in a disastrously weak-willed breath, echoing the muffled sentiments he heard from Ronin's own lips.
"Har-d-r" Remi moaned, the hand not firmly embedded in the wood of the wall grasping at Ronin's shoulder, tugging him ever closer. Given the nearness of Ronin's stomach and the slickness of their combined bodies, each of the hunter's thrusts was doing more than enough to coax Remi's orgasm along. Part of him wanted to reach down and grab his own cock, to ease the tension that had taken over his every thought, but even as intertwined as they were, Remi couldn't bear to let Ronin go even to satisfy his own ache. Bleary-eyed, Remi's head lolled forward, cheek brushing against where Ronin's lips were against his neck.
"Gods Ronin—" He moaned, teeth tugging at the hunter's earlobe before he felt the first unbeatable tingles of his orgasm spark low in his belly. "Don't—" His breath came in short bursts, fingers tightening around the muscles of Ronin's back and shoulder. "—don't—" But the words wouldn't come.
But Remi did.
"Har-d-r" Remi moaned, the hand not firmly embedded in the wood of the wall grasping at Ronin's shoulder, tugging him ever closer. Given the nearness of Ronin's stomach and the slickness of their combined bodies, each of the hunter's thrusts was doing more than enough to coax Remi's orgasm along. Part of him wanted to reach down and grab his own cock, to ease the tension that had taken over his every thought, but even as intertwined as they were, Remi couldn't bear to let Ronin go even to satisfy his own ache. Bleary-eyed, Remi's head lolled forward, cheek brushing against where Ronin's lips were against his neck.
"Gods Ronin—" He moaned, teeth tugging at the hunter's earlobe before he felt the first unbeatable tingles of his orgasm spark low in his belly. "Don't—" His breath came in short bursts, fingers tightening around the muscles of Ronin's back and shoulder. "—don't—" But the words wouldn't come.
But Remi did.
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.
