REMI
the lullaby
walk me home in the dead of night
The alchemist gasps a breathless sound of joy and infatuated frustration as his hips are pulled up against Ronin's. It's a bright feeling that spreads through him like a wind, making his body feel bother heavier and lighter all in precisely the same way. If only he could stay this way forever, stretched and arched around Ronin, riding the slow but indomitable current of arousal upward and onward.
There are lots of things Remi's mind starts to say: Gods, just try me, or, I'm already dying up there. This would be a fine way to go, if I can't, but not a single coherent sound leaves his lips or his thoughts. To say his rationality is gone isn't quite right, nor is it right to say he's lost in this. He's very much in control, his hands gripped firmly around the mental sensation of having Ronin in every way possible, and he's not letting go. It's the most focused he's been in weeks—months? years? how long has he been down here?—and gods if he isn't going to give it his all.
What happens next is hard to describe, given the impossibility of it. But what good are dreams if not for bending reality in such a way that makes them so hard to remember when you awake? Anatomy such as it is for the two, its never been possible—with just the two of them—to have and be had at the same time. So it is that although the Lullaby's lips are still firmly pressed against Ronin's, his lower half twists but also stays the same. Ronin will feel a similar sensation of inhabiting two places at once (though he's more used to it). As Remi's hips rise, Ronin will feel the alchemist's erection arcing upward between his thighs as if the Lullaby was behind him. Gods I want you. He mentally pants, one of his hands curling into Ronin's hair and tangling there, tugging the huntsman greedily down as his other hand grips possessively around Ronin's hip.
There are lots of things Remi's mind starts to say: Gods, just try me, or, I'm already dying up there. This would be a fine way to go, if I can't, but not a single coherent sound leaves his lips or his thoughts. To say his rationality is gone isn't quite right, nor is it right to say he's lost in this. He's very much in control, his hands gripped firmly around the mental sensation of having Ronin in every way possible, and he's not letting go. It's the most focused he's been in weeks—months? years? how long has he been down here?—and gods if he isn't going to give it his all.
What happens next is hard to describe, given the impossibility of it. But what good are dreams if not for bending reality in such a way that makes them so hard to remember when you awake? Anatomy such as it is for the two, its never been possible—with just the two of them—to have and be had at the same time. So it is that although the Lullaby's lips are still firmly pressed against Ronin's, his lower half twists but also stays the same. Ronin will feel a similar sensation of inhabiting two places at once (though he's more used to it). As Remi's hips rise, Ronin will feel the alchemist's erection arcing upward between his thighs as if the Lullaby was behind him. Gods I want you. He mentally pants, one of his hands curling into Ronin's hair and tangling there, tugging the huntsman greedily down as his other hand grips possessively around Ronin's hip.
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.
