catching fire

right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up

Isla will likely feel his smile as his tongue turns sharp and his lips peel back. He feels the rush and swirl of her emotions as they both lose themselves in this. The tension the alchemist feels against his waist reminds him that he might have done himself a favour and stripped off his own pants as well before beginning, but he'd not part himself from Isla now for all the world.

How she expects him to retain any sanity with her heels digging into his back and her nails against his skull is beyond him. His name on her lips and a desperation in her voice he's never heard before have him shaky with desire and reckless in his need. To say he devours her then would be misleading because his actions aren't without temperance. Even lions, starving on the plains with a fresh kill go about things a certain way, with a certain amount of skillfulness in their brutality. So it is for the alchemist.

Lifting her hips entirely off the lounge, his arms encircle her lower back with possessiveness that's echoed in the movement of his tongue. There are no barbed bristles just now, but that doesn't mean Remi's predatory instincts are any less active. He has the skill to flay flesh from bone; there should be no doubt at all whether he'll have the oral stamina to bring Isla to climax. The tension in her fingers and her stomach are one thing, the words on her lips another, but it's the rise and fall of her emotions that are the most instructive for the alchemist. The bright pang of frustration should his tongue stray too low, the need for a certain rhythm and when it should and shouldn't change—it's all there in bright colours, easier to follow than any roadmap. Moaning into her almost in tandem with her own sounds of pleasure as he benefits indirectly from his ministrations, Remi's only real downfall is his need to breathe.

The Lullaby