Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Given the lack of verbal response, Ronin's lips parted to offer something further - some encouragement or plea (or threat?) - before Remi stole all of his words and his sense besides. "A-hh--" he stuttered out in a moan, arching up even as Remi devoured him with lips and tongue and hands. The hunter was not usually a selfish lover, but as pleasure crackled up and through the hard and waiting length of him, he found his fingers tangling tightly in the back of the alchemist's hair, insistently pushing down even as his hips rocked in rhythm with the other man's mouth.
"Fuck-- Remi...!" He gasped, biting his lower lip hard enough to break the skin if he wasn't careful, Ronin already feeling an acute pressure starting to build at the base of his spine, thrumming out and down the backs of his legs and simultaneously up through his arousal. "Remi, don't--" Stop? Carry on? Even Ronin didn't know what he was asking for at this point.
"Fuck-- Remi...!" He gasped, biting his lower lip hard enough to break the skin if he wasn't careful, Ronin already feeling an acute pressure starting to build at the base of his spine, thrumming out and down the backs of his legs and simultaneously up through his arousal. "Remi, don't--" Stop? Carry on? Even Ronin didn't know what he was asking for at this point.
