i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
The hands upon his body again made Remi shiver; his muscles clenched and rippled with the warm electric fire of Ronin's touch, leaving him wanting more and more and more.
The alchemist's expression was entirely adoring as Ronin spoke, and though his goal had been to cement in his memory this moment in its entirety through each of his senses, he didn't resist at all as he was tugged down. Fumbling awkwardly and shifting from one side to the other without breaking the seal of his lips upon Ronin's, Remi managed to shuck off his jacket as his lover's fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.
"Oh nooo." Remi whispered against Ronin's lips, pulling back just enough for his counterpart to see the mischief in his gaze as he tutted softly under his breath. "You made me wait. So so shall you."
Firmly kissing his way down Ronin's jawline, his collarbones, detouring towards one of his nipples which Remi's teeth grazed over with his tongue for accompaniment, Remi moved lower still. Though rather than dragging his body down along Ronin's, the alchemist took care to not caress his lover's still-captive erection. Indeed as Remi's hands moved towards Ronin's belt, his fingers moved just so, such that the only tension the captured-captain would feel was the pressure of his own cock against his pants and nothing more.
"There were so many buckles." Remi said, as if to himself, pulling away the strip of leather holding Ronin's trousers up and flicking away the last remaining button with a claw. "Let's see if I remember how many.."
With hands that moved slowly, Remi reached behind Ronin's hips, curving against the swell of his ass to remove the guildmaster's bottom-layer of clothing. Then, as if the enormity of the release of his husband's cock was missed completely, Remi again (careful not to in any way touch it), pressed his teeth against Ronin's side. "One.." His voice was like a growl. As Remi moved, he dragged his freshly-groomed beard across Ronin's skin hoping to insight shivers and frustration alike. "..two.." A feathered fingered scooped softly along the curve of Ronin's hip bone, far, far too softly. "...three..." His tongue followed the line of his finger, suggestively moving from the flat of his tongue to just the tip. "...four..." His other hand reached beneath Ronin's thigh to draw a line from the curve of his ass to the back of his knee with the intention of stirring the muscles therein. Moving strategically again to fit himself between the guildmaster's legs now, Remi pressed a far-too chaste kiss against the inside of one thigh. "..five. Or was that six? Ahh. I suppose I will have to start over again. One.." Remi's voice was husky now with want, the shake in his fingers and the slightly too-eager bites of his teeth revealing just how much effort he was putting into this torture. Higher now, only a few inches away from Ronin's likely twitching-manhood, Remi teased the skin of Ronin's thigh with his teeth. "..two.."
The alchemist's expression was entirely adoring as Ronin spoke, and though his goal had been to cement in his memory this moment in its entirety through each of his senses, he didn't resist at all as he was tugged down. Fumbling awkwardly and shifting from one side to the other without breaking the seal of his lips upon Ronin's, Remi managed to shuck off his jacket as his lover's fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.
"Oh nooo." Remi whispered against Ronin's lips, pulling back just enough for his counterpart to see the mischief in his gaze as he tutted softly under his breath. "You made me wait. So so shall you."
Firmly kissing his way down Ronin's jawline, his collarbones, detouring towards one of his nipples which Remi's teeth grazed over with his tongue for accompaniment, Remi moved lower still. Though rather than dragging his body down along Ronin's, the alchemist took care to not caress his lover's still-captive erection. Indeed as Remi's hands moved towards Ronin's belt, his fingers moved just so, such that the only tension the captured-captain would feel was the pressure of his own cock against his pants and nothing more.
"There were so many buckles." Remi said, as if to himself, pulling away the strip of leather holding Ronin's trousers up and flicking away the last remaining button with a claw. "Let's see if I remember how many.."
With hands that moved slowly, Remi reached behind Ronin's hips, curving against the swell of his ass to remove the guildmaster's bottom-layer of clothing. Then, as if the enormity of the release of his husband's cock was missed completely, Remi again (careful not to in any way touch it), pressed his teeth against Ronin's side. "One.." His voice was like a growl. As Remi moved, he dragged his freshly-groomed beard across Ronin's skin hoping to insight shivers and frustration alike. "..two.." A feathered fingered scooped softly along the curve of Ronin's hip bone, far, far too softly. "...three..." His tongue followed the line of his finger, suggestively moving from the flat of his tongue to just the tip. "...four..." His other hand reached beneath Ronin's thigh to draw a line from the curve of his ass to the back of his knee with the intention of stirring the muscles therein. Moving strategically again to fit himself between the guildmaster's legs now, Remi pressed a far-too chaste kiss against the inside of one thigh. "..five. Or was that six? Ahh. I suppose I will have to start over again. One.." Remi's voice was husky now with want, the shake in his fingers and the slightly too-eager bites of his teeth revealing just how much effort he was putting into this torture. Higher now, only a few inches away from Ronin's likely twitching-manhood, Remi teased the skin of Ronin's thigh with his teeth. "..two.."
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.
