you're the waves at my feet

i kept falling over, i kept looking backward

What Remi wants and what he in fact does are two very different things. In his mind Ronin is on his knees, his hips bucking forward with encouragement from Remi's hands on the back of his thighs, into a mouth ready and willing to devour all the Star has on offer. (By no means is this an easy feat, to be sure). Even poised above his husband as he is, his tongue offering only the lightest of touches against the huntsman's erection, the frustrating pressure of his claws against Ronin's skin betrays the alchemist's own thoughts on this situation.

Even so, as Ronin arcs upward Remi moves in tandem with him, allowing Ronin's cock no further into his mouth than it had been. "I would like to see you try." The Lullaby growls; indeed there are times that the alchemist craves violence nearly as much as pleasure. Had he any match in this world physically, it was Ronin. And he would like to see him try.

"But you won't do that. You're going to lay right there, or I'll make you lay there." He whispers, the predatory nature of his threats, if they can be called that, entirely primal rather than aggressive. "And then I'm going to have you just the way I want you." Remi adds, before lowering his lips to Ronin's cock again, his tongue swirling down to the base and ensuring that it's well lubricated for what will come next.

i went broke believing that the simple should be hard

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