took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

Remi knows Ronin's rhythms well enough by now that even without his magic he could likely pinpoint where the irreversible tug of his husband's orgasm would begin. Adding the contours and colours of his emotions onto it just allowed the alchemist to blend them all together as he saw fit. It was easily enough done; Ronin was a masterpiece to begin with.

Ronin's command has Remi's jaw slackening as he all but gulps, his belly suddenly full of heat. Craving Ronin all the more for the permission suddenly offered, it's with a laughable tension that Remi is suddenly stalled altogether. Gods but he wants Ronin's mouth around him, but the thought of repositioning himself feels like a torture he can't bear. No, Comes the strained and desperate response, and whether it was actually a word or just a blur of desire from Remi's mind is anyone's guess.

Remi's fingers against Ronin's chest are rigid now as his other hand does as it's told. Shuddering a breath around Ronin, the alchemist both relaxes and tenses. —you The words bloom from eyes nearly rolled back from pleasure and anticipation both. '..solo tu...sempre tu..' Not even really spoke now so much as simply felt, Remi loses himself in the feeling of the Star in his mouth and the swirl of emotions that accompany every move he makes.

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay