i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain
"A lion playing with his food." The alchemist whispered in response.
Even with Sam's fingers wrapped around him it wasn't enough. Gods it wasn't enough. Though the look—and words—offered so very easily from the bookmaker made Remi's knees weak and made his teeth threaten to chatter with the monumental effort it took not to completely take Sam then (death or sex, who knew), he restrained himself if only to snarl a smile back at the bookmaker, completely at his mercy.
"I always have."
So saying, Remi unceremoniously let Sam fall to the ground. The hand cupping his ass gliding along the freckled skin, pushing him around just as the hand previously embedded in the wood did the same, so that Sam was facing the wall. "You have always been mine." The words might have been..sweet, in a strange sort of way, but in the moment they likely only possessed the ring of a threat.
Remi's left arm hooked under Sam's left, curling up and across his chest with his hand finally anchoring against the ascended's right shoulder. If it cut off his breathing, so much the better. Pulling himself to Sam, Remi's erection pressed against his ass as the alchemist roughly spread the ascended's legs with one of his knees. There was no need for lubrication, pre-cum or dreams more than taking care of it, which was probably for the best as Remi made no attempt to be gentle. Pulling brutishly at one of Sam's ass-cheeks to spread it, he thrust the head of his cock in without warning, grunting against the shell of Sam's ear. Curling his bicep and now certainly beginning to choke the bookmaker, Remi placed a clawed hand against the flat of Sam's hip and thrust forward for all he was worth, before adjusting his hips and thrusting again, meaning to have every inch of the man he once would have promised his life to.
Even with Sam's fingers wrapped around him it wasn't enough. Gods it wasn't enough. Though the look—and words—offered so very easily from the bookmaker made Remi's knees weak and made his teeth threaten to chatter with the monumental effort it took not to completely take Sam then (death or sex, who knew), he restrained himself if only to snarl a smile back at the bookmaker, completely at his mercy.
"I always have."
So saying, Remi unceremoniously let Sam fall to the ground. The hand cupping his ass gliding along the freckled skin, pushing him around just as the hand previously embedded in the wood did the same, so that Sam was facing the wall. "You have always been mine." The words might have been..sweet, in a strange sort of way, but in the moment they likely only possessed the ring of a threat.
Remi's left arm hooked under Sam's left, curling up and across his chest with his hand finally anchoring against the ascended's right shoulder. If it cut off his breathing, so much the better. Pulling himself to Sam, Remi's erection pressed against his ass as the alchemist roughly spread the ascended's legs with one of his knees. There was no need for lubrication, pre-cum or dreams more than taking care of it, which was probably for the best as Remi made no attempt to be gentle. Pulling brutishly at one of Sam's ass-cheeks to spread it, he thrust the head of his cock in without warning, grunting against the shell of Sam's ear. Curling his bicep and now certainly beginning to choke the bookmaker, Remi placed a clawed hand against the flat of Sam's hip and thrust forward for all he was worth, before adjusting his hips and thrusting again, meaning to have every inch of the man he once would have promised his life 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.
