[Training] what i see in the sea

SUNJATA

the flood

The wing movement only adds to the way Remi shifts against him, the blush flaring further along his skin, breaking through the fevered red of the sickness. He meets Remi’s gaze finally, though it only makes Remi’s hips press back enough that Sunjata’s gaze both smolders and shudder. There’s a low hum that slips from his throat as his lips part to speak, and both Reno’s hands find the horns and still his head into place. His jaw clenches, breath hitching, unable to do much else than follow what Remi’s trying to do if only to hide away the embarrassment.

“You’ve got me hard, that’s what you’ve got.” He manages, hissing out another sound, eyes remaining on Remi’s face because he can’t quite tilt his head anywhere else. The command has him moving again, a bit of a mix as he tries to flap his wing arms again, wondering if it’ll get them anywhere but internally hoping that it won’t — a shiver crawling down his spine that has him aching and twitchy, a huff of a growled groan leaving his throat with how much he can feel of the lullaby’s body pressed and moving against his.

He’ll be amazed if this works. He’ll also be amazed if they don’t stumble and fall. Either way Remi is spinning him like a spring ready to be launched.

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