i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
Remi grinned darkly against the side of Ronin's neck, more than pleased with his willingness to let the tradition go. "You have already carried me over fire tonight," The alchemist reminded his husband, as he laughingly tripped forward, a clawed hand stretching out to brace himself against the doorframe before he grabbed at the handle with his magic to slam the door shut behind them.
You're alone now, the echo seemed to sing.
Moaning agreeably as his curls were tugged and his lips brought against Ronin's, the alchemist did his utmost to still his mind. Already though images were blooming behind closed eyes; their clothes whispering away into feathers or petals again, Ronin's muscled body in his grasp, a table for leverage and his lover against it. The sound of skin on skin, of the table's groans matched only by their own. Just the mere thought of cuming deep within his partner—muscles taut, skin singing, gasps of air punctuating muted moans—was enough to make Remi's breath hitch, and he had to force himself to part from Ronin if only to catch his breath and his racing heart.
Hands that had been closed around Ronin's upper body to hold him close now slid down towards his waist, drawing their hips together. The pressure was exquisite agony that made Remi's toes curl with restraint as he sipped another breath of air before finally letting his eyes open.
"Off for an early night then, yeah?" He whispered darkly, his fingers barred from finding their way beneath Ronin's wedding-ensemble by far too many buckles and straps.
You're alone now, the echo seemed to sing.
Moaning agreeably as his curls were tugged and his lips brought against Ronin's, the alchemist did his utmost to still his mind. Already though images were blooming behind closed eyes; their clothes whispering away into feathers or petals again, Ronin's muscled body in his grasp, a table for leverage and his lover against it. The sound of skin on skin, of the table's groans matched only by their own. Just the mere thought of cuming deep within his partner—muscles taut, skin singing, gasps of air punctuating muted moans—was enough to make Remi's breath hitch, and he had to force himself to part from Ronin if only to catch his breath and his racing heart.
Hands that had been closed around Ronin's upper body to hold him close now slid down towards his waist, drawing their hips together. The pressure was exquisite agony that made Remi's toes curl with restraint as he sipped another breath of air before finally letting his eyes open.
"Off for an early night then, yeah?" He whispered darkly, his fingers barred from finding their way beneath Ronin's wedding-ensemble by far too many buckles and straps.
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.
