stained starlight

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

With a growl more leonine than human thrumming in his throat, Remi pulled in a delighted gasp at the feeling of teeth against his neck and shoulders. Leaning his head back against cold stone and the rain of water from above, the alchemist sank into a much needed moment of selfishness. Allowing himself to enjoy Ronin and all that he was and made Remi feel in this moment (both emotionally and physically) was a welcome surrender to the chaos of their lives. And so it was that as Ronin began his agonizingly slow downwards descent that the alchemist was nearly trembling with desire already.

The distinct lack of attention given to the alchemist's erection (growing more and more pronounced with each kiss and flutter of fingertips), sent star-blasts of sensation radiating outwards. Eyes half-rolling back with pleasure and fingers balling into fists lest they find themselves roughly tangling in Ronin's hair and forcing this slow torture to an end, Remi's entire torso and arms twitched slightly as his muscles reacted unconsciously to ever ministration the king made.

"I may be the blind one, Ronin...but I do believe it is you whose aim is a bit off.."

Remi

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