REMI
the lullaby
walk me home in the dead of night
With fingers spread wide across Ronin's back for purchase as much as to anchor himself to the reality of this impossible moment, Remi does as he's commanded. The back of his head is both in the snow, utterly focused on driving his hips up and into his partner, but it's also peeled off the ground, arched up so that his teeth can scatter across the tight muscles of his husband's neck. That at any moment (real though it isn't), those teeth could tear life from Ronin's veins, makes it all the more thrilling for the alchemist. Dancing the line between predator and lover is a dangerous one, but gods if it isn't kerosine on an already run-away fire.
With every buck of his hips he can feel himself similarly filled and he's suddenly furious. Furious that this isn't real. Furious that his mind is only capable of this coherency when Ronin is around. Furious that his body is wasting away somewhere above while Ronin lets his strength sap away even further just to be here, now. There are claws on Remi's fingers suddenly, and they press against Ronin's skin with all the tantalizing tension of a cup of water which has nearly overflowed. The alchemist shivers and shudders, sweat on his brow and anger in his eyes as his body stops. Tears hatefully burn the back of his eyes as his jaw clenches. I can't do this. He thinks, breathless with desire and guilt. Still inside of his husband, every traitorous spasm of his cock feels like needles in his spine, as the upwards swell of his orgasm lingers like the sheen of sweat on their bodies.
It isn't real.
They here, but they aren't.
With every buck of his hips he can feel himself similarly filled and he's suddenly furious. Furious that this isn't real. Furious that his mind is only capable of this coherency when Ronin is around. Furious that his body is wasting away somewhere above while Ronin lets his strength sap away even further just to be here, now. There are claws on Remi's fingers suddenly, and they press against Ronin's skin with all the tantalizing tension of a cup of water which has nearly overflowed. The alchemist shivers and shudders, sweat on his brow and anger in his eyes as his body stops. Tears hatefully burn the back of his eyes as his jaw clenches. I can't do this. He thinks, breathless with desire and guilt. Still inside of his husband, every traitorous spasm of his cock feels like needles in his spine, as the upwards swell of his orgasm lingers like the sheen of sweat on their bodies.
It isn't real.
They here, but they aren't.
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.
