Remi the Alchemist
& drown me in love.
No magic Ronin had said.
Ahh well.
As Remi's thrusts became more insistent, the hunter would feel wood near his feet. A grip of sorts to anchor himself to and press off of. Indeed beneath him the bed would cave away, leaving him more than enough room for thrusts and the movement of his hand. The alchemist moaned a sound which might have been an apology, his mind far too gone now for syllables and vowels. Remi wanted desperately to find his way around Ronin's body, to feel the thrum of his lover's erection in his hand, but physics was not on his side, nor was time.
The feeling of Ronin both tensing and releasing was simply too much. For all of his desire to please, Remi was still just a regular man, and the man before him was far, far too much for him to endure. With his head pressed against Ronin's back, and arm around Ronin's shoulder, and one buried deep in the sheets, the alchemist followed just behind his husband's orgasm to the sound of claws tearing through their sheets, a muted roar against skin, and the thunder of his heart pounding like wardrums in his brain.
With legs that felt entirely filled with static and starlight, both tingling and light, Remi heaved out an uneasy breath. His grip upon Ronin did not necessarily loosen, it merely changed. Rather than desperation coursing through his fingers, it was simple devotion as he pulled the ex-captain against him again, flopping breathlessly onto his side. Feathers flew upwards from where the lion's claws had dug deep into their mattress, but Remi hardly noticed. Instead he pressed kiss after kiss against the back of Ronin's neck, his shoulders, and every other place he could reach as a blissful euphoria settled against his weary bones.
Ahh well.
As Remi's thrusts became more insistent, the hunter would feel wood near his feet. A grip of sorts to anchor himself to and press off of. Indeed beneath him the bed would cave away, leaving him more than enough room for thrusts and the movement of his hand. The alchemist moaned a sound which might have been an apology, his mind far too gone now for syllables and vowels. Remi wanted desperately to find his way around Ronin's body, to feel the thrum of his lover's erection in his hand, but physics was not on his side, nor was time.
The feeling of Ronin both tensing and releasing was simply too much. For all of his desire to please, Remi was still just a regular man, and the man before him was far, far too much for him to endure. With his head pressed against Ronin's back, and arm around Ronin's shoulder, and one buried deep in the sheets, the alchemist followed just behind his husband's orgasm to the sound of claws tearing through their sheets, a muted roar against skin, and the thunder of his heart pounding like wardrums in his brain.
With legs that felt entirely filled with static and starlight, both tingling and light, Remi heaved out an uneasy breath. His grip upon Ronin did not necessarily loosen, it merely changed. Rather than desperation coursing through his fingers, it was simple devotion as he pulled the ex-captain against him again, flopping breathlessly onto his side. Feathers flew upwards from where the lion's claws had dug deep into their mattress, but Remi hardly noticed. Instead he pressed kiss after kiss against the back of Ronin's neck, his shoulders, and every other place he could reach as a blissful euphoria settled against his weary bones.
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.
