we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
The clarity of his husband’s voice when his mouth his so busy elsewhere is a surprise only for a moment, mainly because Ronin is struggling to concentrate on anything that isn’t the hot press of the Alchemist’s tongue, or the fingers that come to squeeze the base of his cock. Moaning a breathless note of encouragement, the Star is seized by the emotion that floods through their Attuned tether, suddenly connected to his husband again in a way that has and needs no words. ”I c... hnn...”
I can feel you, is what he wants to say, and not just in the raw and physical sense that has his hips rocking into Remi’s waiting mouth, his cock throbbing and feeling somehow even harder under the other man’s expert ministrations. But of course there’s no chance of Ronin getting out anything even remotely coherent, his fingers twitching in the Alchemist’s curls, so he lets the bond do the talking.
It nearly vibrates out of him, the spiralling need, the ecstasy of having Remi right here, all teasing perfection carved in a body that Ronin wants so much he might as well sink his teeth into it. Love and lust bleed into one another, and the Star is lost, toes curling against the wooden boards of the porch, his cheeks flushing with colour. ”Remi—” he pants, just about managing to form his husband’s name. ”Nn... I want more of you.”
I can feel you, is what he wants to say, and not just in the raw and physical sense that has his hips rocking into Remi’s waiting mouth, his cock throbbing and feeling somehow even harder under the other man’s expert ministrations. But of course there’s no chance of Ronin getting out anything even remotely coherent, his fingers twitching in the Alchemist’s curls, so he lets the bond do the talking.
It nearly vibrates out of him, the spiralling need, the ecstasy of having Remi right here, all teasing perfection carved in a body that Ronin wants so much he might as well sink his teeth into it. Love and lust bleed into one another, and the Star is lost, toes curling against the wooden boards of the porch, his cheeks flushing with colour. ”Remi—” he pants, just about managing to form his husband’s name. ”Nn... I want more of you.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
