walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Remi didn't close his eyes; not because he wasn't enjoying the sensations, but because he needed to anchor himself to them345. He didn't want to see other moments behind hooded lids. Didn't want to imagine times both similar and different to now. This was all he had, and he'd force it to burn away everything else, one way or another.
But gods it was hard to follow his own orders.
As Ronin's reverberations and tongue made easy work of him, Remi pulled in breath after shaky breath, a poor pantomime of a man trying to remain in control. His fingers tensed and relaxed in Ronin's hair with each curl and stroke of his tongue. The beginnings of encouragement or pleas for restraint died on Remi's lips over and over again as he lost himself in the pull of Ronin's lips and the blue of his eyes.
—why—" Gods it was hard to focus. "...are you...still wearing pa...nts-?"
But gods it was hard to follow his own orders.
As Ronin's reverberations and tongue made easy work of him, Remi pulled in breath after shaky breath, a poor pantomime of a man trying to remain in control. His fingers tensed and relaxed in Ronin's hair with each curl and stroke of his tongue. The beginnings of encouragement or pleas for restraint died on Remi's lips over and over again as he lost himself in the pull of Ronin's lips and the blue of his eyes.
—why—" Gods it was hard to focus. "...are you...still wearing pa...nts-?"
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.
