for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
If there were any limits to what qualities of his husband would have to degrade before the alchemist stopped finding him insurmountably attractive, they hadn't yet been met. Not that the alchemist thought they existed at all, but scraggle-bearded and unshowered as Ronin might have been, he was still everything the alchemist wanted and then some.
Remi both melted and hardened as Ronin pulled him closer, wanting simultaneously to have and be had leaving his body to both tense and relax in an endless cycle. Releasing the king's collar Remi's fingers raked against the back of Ronin's head as the movements of his lips became distracted and desperate. Had he the time to pull in enough breath to speak Remi might have said something about turning his clothing into roses, but as Ronin's hand—a hand which was warm—pressed against his lower back, whatever playful quip might have been growing on his tongue dissolved entirely into a moan.
The feeling of being pressed against the cold wall of the jail only emphasized just how warm Ronin was against him. He wasn't the roaring inferno he normally was, but nor was his skin the icy blight-cold that the alchemist had grown used to. A cloud of fire felt like it was smoldering in Remi's stomach now, the smoke of which removed every thought from his mind that wasn't Ronin. With fingers made reckless by his eagerness, the alchemist pulled at Ronin's shirt as well, caught as his husband was between the time and space it would take to remove their clothes and the need to remain as close together as possible.
"I would trade all my magic to be able to teleport us home right now." The alchemist growled hungrily against his husband's lips.
Remi both melted and hardened as Ronin pulled him closer, wanting simultaneously to have and be had leaving his body to both tense and relax in an endless cycle. Releasing the king's collar Remi's fingers raked against the back of Ronin's head as the movements of his lips became distracted and desperate. Had he the time to pull in enough breath to speak Remi might have said something about turning his clothing into roses, but as Ronin's hand—a hand which was warm—pressed against his lower back, whatever playful quip might have been growing on his tongue dissolved entirely into a moan.
The feeling of being pressed against the cold wall of the jail only emphasized just how warm Ronin was against him. He wasn't the roaring inferno he normally was, but nor was his skin the icy blight-cold that the alchemist had grown used to. A cloud of fire felt like it was smoldering in Remi's stomach now, the smoke of which removed every thought from his mind that wasn't Ronin. With fingers made reckless by his eagerness, the alchemist pulled at Ronin's shirt as well, caught as his husband was between the time and space it would take to remove their clothes and the need to remain as close together as possible.
"I would trade all my magic to be able to teleport us home right now." The alchemist growled hungrily against his husband's lips.
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.
