walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
The warning note in Ronin's voice does little to dampen the heat at nearly wildfire-levels in the alchemist's belly; in fact, it makes it burn all the brighter and hotter to hear the tentative restraint his husband aims for. Red flashes behind Remi's eyes to feel the pressure of Ronin's hips against his own, and it leaves the alchemist's lips parting; his eyebrows come together in a wince that speaks little of pain as he gasps for a breath he couldn't care less about.
Remi's lower back yields easily to Ronin's wandering fingers; grinding upward against the Star the alchemist chases the phantom flashes of pleasure that the rhythm of their bodies pulses through him. Having no ready response to the absolute truth of his husband's words, Remi instead uses his tongue and lips to make his argument another way. Sliding a hand from the Star's shoulder into his hair that the alchemist might reposition Ronin's lips in such a way as he can have them again, his fingers tangle and tug, continuing to ignore reason.
Remi's lower back yields easily to Ronin's wandering fingers; grinding upward against the Star the alchemist chases the phantom flashes of pleasure that the rhythm of their bodies pulses through him. Having no ready response to the absolute truth of his husband's words, Remi instead uses his tongue and lips to make his argument another way. Sliding a hand from the Star's shoulder into his hair that the alchemist might reposition Ronin's lips in such a way as he can have them again, his fingers tangle and tug, continuing to ignore reason.
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.
