right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
He wants to wrap his arms around her completely. Wants to press her into the mirror until they merge with the couple across the headboard. He wants his hands to cover every inch of her, wants his tongue between her legs again and to see her straddling him. But time ticks down and now it isn't so much of a race as it is something he's being chased by.
His own orgasm scrapes the bottom of his feet and the backs of his eyelids first, before gnawing its way through his spine and out through his cock. It isn't a satisfying release so much as a hard-won victory, and it's only the pebble-blue of Isla's stare in the mirror that keeps him from lashing out at the pair behind the glass.
Shivering against her, Remi realizes that at some point some of the smaller bones in his wing were broken, and the sensation of it makes him smile darkly as he lowers his lips to Isla's shoulder. Pressing a kiss there, his body slick against hers with sweat and blood, he turns his eyes back up to the mirror to see what their doppelgangers are up to.
One of the alchemist's hands moves from between Isla's legs, clawing softly up her thigh and the swell of her hip. The other reaches for his chin that he might direct it over her shoulder to where his lips are greedily awaiting her mouth. His kiss is hard and he is out of breath. Still he pants, '..more..' against her.
His own orgasm scrapes the bottom of his feet and the backs of his eyelids first, before gnawing its way through his spine and out through his cock. It isn't a satisfying release so much as a hard-won victory, and it's only the pebble-blue of Isla's stare in the mirror that keeps him from lashing out at the pair behind the glass.
Shivering against her, Remi realizes that at some point some of the smaller bones in his wing were broken, and the sensation of it makes him smile darkly as he lowers his lips to Isla's shoulder. Pressing a kiss there, his body slick against hers with sweat and blood, he turns his eyes back up to the mirror to see what their doppelgangers are up to.
One of the alchemist's hands moves from between Isla's legs, clawing softly up her thigh and the swell of her hip. The other reaches for his chin that he might direct it over her shoulder to where his lips are greedily awaiting her mouth. His kiss is hard and he is out of breath. Still he pants, '..more..' against her.
The Lullaby
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.
