we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”Some might call it self defence. You were trying to kick me, if I remember correctly. Trying to get me to take a tumble off my cloud, perhaps. I can’t be held responsible for that.” Gods, he loves the way the Alchemist’s accent wraps around words when he’s like this, allowing Ronin to listen to the music between the syllables, the way his tone lowers to something like roughed honey.
He’s already truly distracted, and Remi has already made things hard for him, so as his husband continues the charade with such a committed performance, the Star is in no position to stop him. His fingers have worked into the Alchemist’s wet curls as he drops fluidly to his knees, Ronin watching with hooded eyes and parted lips at the feigned apology, the hot breath that causes a surge of liquid fire to throb through the length of his cock.
Having to bite on the inside of his cheek to stop from moaning or pleading for more, Ronin is nonetheless caught by the firm hands on the back of his thighs, letting out a shuddering breath and enjoying, fully and completely, the sight of Remi before him on his knees. His fingers tighten ever so slightly in the other man’s hair, and he forces his eyes to close just to concentrate. ”Say it... like you mean it,” he manages in a voice little more than a husky rumble.
He’s already truly distracted, and Remi has already made things hard for him, so as his husband continues the charade with such a committed performance, the Star is in no position to stop him. His fingers have worked into the Alchemist’s wet curls as he drops fluidly to his knees, Ronin watching with hooded eyes and parted lips at the feigned apology, the hot breath that causes a surge of liquid fire to throb through the length of his cock.
Having to bite on the inside of his cheek to stop from moaning or pleading for more, Ronin is nonetheless caught by the firm hands on the back of his thighs, letting out a shuddering breath and enjoying, fully and completely, the sight of Remi before him on his knees. His fingers tighten ever so slightly in the other man’s hair, and he forces his eyes to close just to concentrate. ”Say it... like you mean it,” he manages in a voice little more than a husky rumble.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
