i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"I do alright with a mouthful." The Alchemist quips back with a laugh, shooting a suggestive look towards Ronin before turning back to the paint. Of course as Harper mentions dickprints, Remi straightens with a mischievous look in his gaze. Unmentionables or not, it isn't even close to the most inappropriate thing he and Ronin have done.
Before he might have shucked off his pants, Frey's presence in the other room makes it nearly impossible as he finds himself with a painfully hard erection. Cheeks flushed with sudden arousal, Remi clears his throat with a tinge of bashfulness, before his wandering gaze sees that the other two men are in precisely the same predicament. Running his hand against his pants if only to shift his cock slightly that he might move without frustrating pressure, he listened to the sounds coming from the other room.
"So that's Frey, then." He grumbled unhappily, his words made slightly breathy by the weighty perfume in the air.
Giving Ronin a near-desperate look and swallowing hard, the Alchemist took a moment to close his eyes, leaning one shoulder against the wall. It was a pathetic attempt to fight off the urge to pin his husband against any flat surface and have him right there, only slightly dampened by Harpers presence. And yet the other man was attractive, and...
"We should..go..home."
Before he might have shucked off his pants, Frey's presence in the other room makes it nearly impossible as he finds himself with a painfully hard erection. Cheeks flushed with sudden arousal, Remi clears his throat with a tinge of bashfulness, before his wandering gaze sees that the other two men are in precisely the same predicament. Running his hand against his pants if only to shift his cock slightly that he might move without frustrating pressure, he listened to the sounds coming from the other room.
"So that's Frey, then." He grumbled unhappily, his words made slightly breathy by the weighty perfume in the air.
Giving Ronin a near-desperate look and swallowing hard, the Alchemist took a moment to close his eyes, leaning one shoulder against the wall. It was a pathetic attempt to fight off the urge to pin his husband against any flat surface and have him right there, only slightly dampened by Harpers presence. And yet the other man was attractive, and...
"We should..go..home."
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
