i'm not the man they think i am at home
Remi's fingers find his husband's Finn's hard length, and though tendrils of sleep still have their fingers over his eyes, he can't help the growl of satisfaction that escapes his lips. The Spyglass's question and accompanying swirl of dim confusion has Remi nosing softly against his ear as his palm roams up and down the erection between his fingers with measured and slow strokes.
"Did you want something else?" The alchemist wonders softly, the whispered words losing much of their accent and the colour of Remi's voice in the process. He assumes, incorrectly, that Finn is merely shifting to better align himself with what's to come; his lazy question a sort of tease, perhaps.
The hand-stretched beneath the pillow shifts slightly for better purchase, as the alchemist masks the raggedness of his breathing with another flurry of kisses to Finn's neck and jawline.
"Did you want something else?" The alchemist wonders softly, the whispered words losing much of their accent and the colour of Remi's voice in the process. He assumes, incorrectly, that Finn is merely shifting to better align himself with what's to come; his lazy question a sort of tease, perhaps.
The hand-stretched beneath the pillow shifts slightly for better purchase, as the alchemist masks the raggedness of his breathing with another flurry of kisses to Finn's neck and jawline.
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.
