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
They were lazy slackers, is what Remi was hearing. And he minded it not one bit.
Feeling both his cock pressed against Ronin's—already far, far closer to orgasm than he'd liked—and the press of another Ronin behind him, caused Remi's entire being to change. The muscles of his back would expand slightly as large and tawny wings spread outwards as if meaning to hide them. At least now should anyone see through the foliage they'd only see a confusing beastial facsimile of a man and not the obvious fucking that was in fact happening. His lower legs narrowed and were soon ended with lion's paws and talons digging deep into the lush ground beneath for purchase, as hands punctuated with claws similarly dig in one above Ronin's shoulder, and the other next to his side.
Grinding his hips down and into the hunter's grasp, Remi pressed his teeth against the swell of Ronin's shoulder; not biting, but locked there in a wide-snarl as he indulged himself over and over with each thrust. Soon though Remi's greed and desire nearly buckled his knees, and in a movement aided by the shifting earthen-couch beneath Ronin, lowered a hand to his husband's thigh before uncoupling himself from Ronin's grasp and thrusting himself deep within the hunter instead.
And then deeper still.
Straining with wings, and paws, and claws the alchemist covered the hunter, moaning incoherent syllables that might have been curses or promises. His hind-legs tore at the soil so as to bury himself as deeply as he could within Ronin. They were skin and bone and brokenness, but in this...in this they were something else.
Feeling both his cock pressed against Ronin's—already far, far closer to orgasm than he'd liked—and the press of another Ronin behind him, caused Remi's entire being to change. The muscles of his back would expand slightly as large and tawny wings spread outwards as if meaning to hide them. At least now should anyone see through the foliage they'd only see a confusing beastial facsimile of a man and not the obvious fucking that was in fact happening. His lower legs narrowed and were soon ended with lion's paws and talons digging deep into the lush ground beneath for purchase, as hands punctuated with claws similarly dig in one above Ronin's shoulder, and the other next to his side.
Grinding his hips down and into the hunter's grasp, Remi pressed his teeth against the swell of Ronin's shoulder; not biting, but locked there in a wide-snarl as he indulged himself over and over with each thrust. Soon though Remi's greed and desire nearly buckled his knees, and in a movement aided by the shifting earthen-couch beneath Ronin, lowered a hand to his husband's thigh before uncoupling himself from Ronin's grasp and thrusting himself deep within the hunter instead.
And then deeper still.
Straining with wings, and paws, and claws the alchemist covered the hunter, moaning incoherent syllables that might have been curses or promises. His hind-legs tore at the soil so as to bury himself as deeply as he could within Ronin. They were skin and bone and brokenness, but in this...in this they were something else.
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.
