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
Similarly, it would be a lie to say that the pain-tinged moan elicited from Ronin's lips hadn't caused the molten core of Remi to flare a shade hotter. If asked, he wouldn't even feel guilty about it. He was what he was now, felt what he did, wanted what he wanted.
Tangled in the alchemist's lust-soaked thoughts was the sensation of earth pressed against his talons mixed with the burning of his muscles. Add in the entirely gratifying sensation of mutually scarred bodies, warm with friction and sea-air, and the sounds of pleasure rumbling from Ronin's throat, it was no surprise to know that conscious thought and rationality had been among the first casualties during that initial thrust.
"Ronin, fuck." Sweat beaded against Remi's back as he reached around a hand to anchor Ronin's leg against him. Growling Ronin's name into the dark tangles of his hair (not daring to kiss the hunter for fear that shark teeth or a lion's tongue might make quick work of his lips), Remi well and truly fucked Ronin for all that he was worth. It was a mad sort of desperation that egged his burning muscles on, but it was too pure to let go of, too easy to lose himself to.
Tangled in the alchemist's lust-soaked thoughts was the sensation of earth pressed against his talons mixed with the burning of his muscles. Add in the entirely gratifying sensation of mutually scarred bodies, warm with friction and sea-air, and the sounds of pleasure rumbling from Ronin's throat, it was no surprise to know that conscious thought and rationality had been among the first casualties during that initial thrust.
"Ronin, fuck." Sweat beaded against Remi's back as he reached around a hand to anchor Ronin's leg against him. Growling Ronin's name into the dark tangles of his hair (not daring to kiss the hunter for fear that shark teeth or a lion's tongue might make quick work of his lips), Remi well and truly fucked Ronin for all that he was worth. It was a mad sort of desperation that egged his burning muscles on, but it was too pure to let go of, too easy to lose himself to.
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.
