for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
"Is that a royal decree?" Mischief practically dripped off of Remi's words as he grinned smugly through the bars. He did quite hate the burden of Ronin being king, so at the very least he could absolutely use it against his husband at any and every available opportunity. "I know you Remi." The alchemist playfully mocked under his breath, wondering if it wasn't too late to smush the cake up Ronin's nose anyways.
Turns out though that his offering of the frosting was a decidedly much better idea.
Having expected teeth and a feral snarl, the sensation of Ronin's tongue was a complete shock to his mind and his senses. Not that the alchemist would have ever said his finger was a place he thought about seeking any sort of sexual sensations from, but given his complete lack of physical affection lately and his overwhelming desire for it, Remi nearly melted against the bars right then and there.
Drawing in a surprised breath, heat blooming across his cheeks and fluttering warmly in his belly, as Ronin finally released him the alchemist could do little more than stare blankly at his husband, hand still outstretched through the bars. Looking every bit like some naive boy having experienced his first kiss or something else suitably vanilla (at least in comparison with what Remi and Ronin normally got up to), the alchemist was simply open-mouthed.
Remi didn't understand Ronin's question. He didn't even really hear it. Exhaling the breath he'd apparently been holding, the alchemist transmuted the bars before him into strips of string. Reaching forward with his already outstretched hand to grab at Ronin's collar, he tugged the king towards him, near-delirious with the sudden need to taste his husband's lips and to feel the tongue that had sent hot shivers down his spine.
Turns out though that his offering of the frosting was a decidedly much better idea.
Having expected teeth and a feral snarl, the sensation of Ronin's tongue was a complete shock to his mind and his senses. Not that the alchemist would have ever said his finger was a place he thought about seeking any sort of sexual sensations from, but given his complete lack of physical affection lately and his overwhelming desire for it, Remi nearly melted against the bars right then and there.
Drawing in a surprised breath, heat blooming across his cheeks and fluttering warmly in his belly, as Ronin finally released him the alchemist could do little more than stare blankly at his husband, hand still outstretched through the bars. Looking every bit like some naive boy having experienced his first kiss or something else suitably vanilla (at least in comparison with what Remi and Ronin normally got up to), the alchemist was simply open-mouthed.
Remi didn't understand Ronin's question. He didn't even really hear it. Exhaling the breath he'd apparently been holding, the alchemist transmuted the bars before him into strips of string. Reaching forward with his already outstretched hand to grab at Ronin's collar, he tugged the king towards him, near-delirious with the sudden need to taste his husband's lips and to feel the tongue that had sent hot shivers down his spine.
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.
