we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin's hands slip beneath his husband as his hips rise off the bed, and it's the Star's turn to knead at the well toned muscles of the alchemist's ass, a deep hum of satisfaction vibrating in his throat. He holds Remi there for a torturous few moments, forcing his throat to relax so he might take in as much of the other man as he possibly can. It's only when his need for breath outweighs his need to give the Lullaby pleasure (and with an endurance like Ronin's, it's longer than one might expect) does he draw away, his tongue swirling around the head of Remi's cock one last time before he raises his eyes up.
"And I love you," the Star pants, a crooked smile on his face as he laps again at the length of his husband's erection, a slow and teasing flick of the tongue before he sits back entirely. "More?" he asks, though the way his hands graze along Remi's thighs and the hardness between his legs will already give away Ronin's answer. Gods, even the sight of the alchemist like this is enough to drive him wild, and his hips rock forward almost playfully, testing at what else they might be doing with their time.
"And I love you," the Star pants, a crooked smile on his face as he laps again at the length of his husband's erection, a slow and teasing flick of the tongue before he sits back entirely. "More?" he asks, though the way his hands graze along Remi's thighs and the hardness between his legs will already give away Ronin's answer. Gods, even the sight of the alchemist like this is enough to drive him wild, and his hips rock forward almost playfully, testing at what else they might be doing with their time.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
