i'm not the man they think i am at home
Everything feels good, slow and lazy as it is. Each kiss against Finn's skin causes small ripples to appear in the back of his mind; the sensation is dulled for reasons the alchemist isn't actively thinking about, but it certainly encourages him to try and coax more of a splash from the man in his arms. Sleepy as the alchemist is, what bleeds from his own fingertips is utter satisfaction and love. With no thoughts or expectations for the day ahead, Remi's emotions are simply abstract shapes that blend together seamlessly.
Pressing his nose just behind Finn's ear where he might sigh out a wordless good morning, his hands trickle down the Spyglass's side toward the rise of his hip. Aroused by the time of day more than anything else, Remi's erection is less sensitive than it might otherwise be, hard as he is. Even so, the feeling of the head of his cock pressed between Finn's legs has him sighing appreciatively as his own hand begins to edge closer between the Spyglass's legs.
Pressing his nose just behind Finn's ear where he might sigh out a wordless good morning, his hands trickle down the Spyglass's side toward the rise of his hip. Aroused by the time of day more than anything else, Remi's erection is less sensitive than it might otherwise be, hard as he is. Even so, the feeling of the head of his cock pressed between Finn's legs has him sighing appreciatively as his own hand begins to edge closer between the Spyglass's legs.
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.
