and it rains, and rains, and rains

lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground

Remi lavishes his husband in filthy pulses of emotion as well as expertly made ministrations with his tongue and fingers. No novice to Ronin's body by any stretch of the imagination, the Alchemist loses himself in motions he knows so while, while not letting himself languish away the sensations as mere repetitive patterns. He listens to the sounds made at the back of Ronin's throat as much as he does to the signals sent by his body. With his knees where they are, Remi can feel the curl of Ronin's toes and it delights him in ways he can't possibly articulate.

Then have it. The Alchemist smoothly thinks back, his mental words like molten gold against the jagged need he hears from his husband. With one last intentionally slow pull of his lips down Ronin's cock, the Alchemist stands, pressing his own erection against his husband's as his hands rise to cup the Star's cheeks. Devouring his husband's lips in a passionate kiss that only fuels the Alchemist's cravings, he grins, unapologetic in the way he presses himself entirely against Ronin, pinning him to the door frame.

THE ALCHEMIST

i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around