i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
And with those words everything the alchemist might have done, might have thought, was gone. There was only Ronin, alive and hot beneath the alchemist's hands, asking for everything that Remi wanted to give him.
"I was hoping you would say that." The alchemist whispered breathlessly in a voice coated with raw desire as the vines above Ronin loosened enough that he could help stabilize himself. The hand which had been far too-studiously mapping the swell of his husband's ass now reached forward to curl around Ronin's hip and hitch it backwards. Pressing himself forward, Remi's cock jerked with primal anticipation as his heart skipped several beats. The rush of the water, the feel of the steam, the body beneath his fingers that no longer smelled of death and decay, it was all perfectly too much. Though they were just getting started.
Thrusting his hips forward and burying his length into Ronin, Remi's soapy hand closed over his husband's erection in earnest. With a moan that only hinted at the immense feeling of relief, pent up sexual need and overwhelming adoration for the man before him, Remi leaned his torso against his husband as he heavily placed a hand against the wall to brace against. He didn't just want to fuck Ronin, he wanted to have him. To be so intertwined that indeed there were no endings or beginnings between them, but to be entirely as one in the moment. Remi wanted to make Ronin feel everything he did, to make his toes curl as his were, to make him want to scream out against the bright explosive wall of rising need that expanded with every stroke, every touch, every whisper. Rocking his hips forward, Remi's hand following the rhythm exactly as his fingers pulsed and spun, the alchemist leaned his head against Ronin's moaning inarticulate phrases of passion and desire and promises of what else the night would hold. Words like roof, and stairs, and upside down. Phrases like until you beg me to stop, and I want you both inside me.
"I was hoping you would say that." The alchemist whispered breathlessly in a voice coated with raw desire as the vines above Ronin loosened enough that he could help stabilize himself. The hand which had been far too-studiously mapping the swell of his husband's ass now reached forward to curl around Ronin's hip and hitch it backwards. Pressing himself forward, Remi's cock jerked with primal anticipation as his heart skipped several beats. The rush of the water, the feel of the steam, the body beneath his fingers that no longer smelled of death and decay, it was all perfectly too much. Though they were just getting started.
Thrusting his hips forward and burying his length into Ronin, Remi's soapy hand closed over his husband's erection in earnest. With a moan that only hinted at the immense feeling of relief, pent up sexual need and overwhelming adoration for the man before him, Remi leaned his torso against his husband as he heavily placed a hand against the wall to brace against. He didn't just want to fuck Ronin, he wanted to have him. To be so intertwined that indeed there were no endings or beginnings between them, but to be entirely as one in the moment. Remi wanted to make Ronin feel everything he did, to make his toes curl as his were, to make him want to scream out against the bright explosive wall of rising need that expanded with every stroke, every touch, every whisper. Rocking his hips forward, Remi's hand following the rhythm exactly as his fingers pulsed and spun, the alchemist leaned his head against Ronin's moaning inarticulate phrases of passion and desire and promises of what else the night would hold. Words like roof, and stairs, and upside down. Phrases like until you beg me to stop, and I want you both inside me.
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.
