REMI
the lullaby
walk me home in the dead of night
Remi's eyes have darkened predatorily, and not for the first time the alchemist's mind wrestles with the duality of his nature. It isn't that he wants to hurt Ronin by any means, but that doesn't stop the urge to tear into the core of him, that blood and screaming muscles might somehow sweeten the pleasure he can make his husband feel. The tongue against the side of Ronin's neck wants to become thickly barbed to flay the skin away from bone. His rational mind knows it makes no sense, but in the primal core of him, gods it's hard to ignore.
Focused as he is on the man below him, the imagery is mostly lost on him. He can hear sounds of pleasure carried on the wind and vaguely he's aware of illusory rose petals beneath his fingers. Much as he might have liked to stop and watch this fantastical replay of the duos greatest hits (both real and imagined), he's far too consumed with wanting to coax another of those shivery half-moans from Ronin's lips.
"This...being a dream and all.." Remi whispers against his husband's chest. Looking up, cheeks boyishly flushed, there is a question growing behind his teeth. His tongue draws circles around it, as if wanting it polished before releasing it into the world. Smiling softly, bashfully, he lets his lips drop back to the huntsman's neck, his kisses softer now that his mind has latched onto something. Remi hardly remembers what it was like to be with women, having only done so enough times to fool those around him into think he was straight. But Ronin? It was just over two years. Less, if you counted Safrin. This was a side of his husband's appetites Remi had never been able to fulfill. "..would it feel differently, better?, if I ... wasn't entirely male?" He wondered with a shy smile. It wasn't that he thought Ronin wanted something else or that he wasn't satisfied...but in this world of make believe, why not take advantage if he wanted?
Focused as he is on the man below him, the imagery is mostly lost on him. He can hear sounds of pleasure carried on the wind and vaguely he's aware of illusory rose petals beneath his fingers. Much as he might have liked to stop and watch this fantastical replay of the duos greatest hits (both real and imagined), he's far too consumed with wanting to coax another of those shivery half-moans from Ronin's lips.
"This...being a dream and all.." Remi whispers against his husband's chest. Looking up, cheeks boyishly flushed, there is a question growing behind his teeth. His tongue draws circles around it, as if wanting it polished before releasing it into the world. Smiling softly, bashfully, he lets his lips drop back to the huntsman's neck, his kisses softer now that his mind has latched onto something. Remi hardly remembers what it was like to be with women, having only done so enough times to fool those around him into think he was straight. But Ronin? It was just over two years. Less, if you counted Safrin. This was a side of his husband's appetites Remi had never been able to fulfill. "..would it feel differently, better?, if I ... wasn't entirely male?" He wondered with a shy smile. It wasn't that he thought Ronin wanted something else or that he wasn't satisfied...but in this world of make believe, why not take advantage if he wanted?
because i can't be alone with all that's on my mind
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.
