The polished outfit he wears is at striking odds to the shit-eating grin planted firmly on his lips. Raising a hand only to smooth back his curls, Remi looks down with an expression of pure patience, as if the sounds and bulges over which his husband seemingly has no control, are utterly a surprise to him. This is what he imagines the very well off are like: unhurried, selfish, overly confident.
Letting himself be tugged forward, green eyes still so very charmingly coy about the entire ordeal, he tilts his head slightly as if to better hear what it is Ronin has to say. "I see.." The noise of the restaurant fades, leaving in its wake a crisp breeze and the sound of shoes on cobblestones as the two presumably make their way home.
"Ah, where we left off.." Remi's eyes narrow to grin slits of mischief as suddenly the pair are back on the hammock, and blissfully unencumbered by clothes. Wrapped in a warm wool blanket, the alchemist flexes his thighs to press his erection against his partner before abruptly halting. "Ah, that isn't where we left off." He mumbles teasingly, and though of course this was planned, it still takes herculean efforts to follow through. Back on go their clothes, their arousals once again pressed behind waistbands. The blankets stay, tossed loosely over shoulders as Remi peers down at the Star with a heat-drenched smile. "This what you mean?" It's hard to keep up the pretense of all of this while being..well, hard, but still the alchemist tries.
Letting himself be tugged forward, green eyes still so very charmingly coy about the entire ordeal, he tilts his head slightly as if to better hear what it is Ronin has to say. "I see.." The noise of the restaurant fades, leaving in its wake a crisp breeze and the sound of shoes on cobblestones as the two presumably make their way home.
"Ah, where we left off.." Remi's eyes narrow to grin slits of mischief as suddenly the pair are back on the hammock, and blissfully unencumbered by clothes. Wrapped in a warm wool blanket, the alchemist flexes his thighs to press his erection against his partner before abruptly halting. "Ah, that isn't where we left off." He mumbles teasingly, and though of course this was planned, it still takes herculean efforts to follow through. Back on go their clothes, their arousals once again pressed behind waistbands. The blankets stay, tossed loosely over shoulders as Remi peers down at the Star with a heat-drenched smile. "This what you mean?" It's hard to keep up the pretense of all of this while being..well, hard, but still the alchemist tries.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
