i'm not the man they think i am at home
Feel it he does. Swirled in deep blues and greens that Remi has come to associate with sleepy pleasure, the alchemist's hand doesn't necessarily change in its pressure or speed, though there is something decidedly more intentional about it. His own arousal is now more than awake, seeking purchase between Finn's thighs that will require assistance from the Spyglass, or for Remi to cease his ministrations for a moment to shift the angle of Finn's hips.
There is a slow and sweet tingle of pleasure that sparkles like sunlight on the ocean as Remi touches Finn. Just the echoed sensation is enough to have Remi's lips parting as his eyes press shut, happy to lose himself in the rebounded ecstasy he means to lavish from Finn. "Dei, mi piaci così tanto quando sei così." He whispers as his fingertips tighten around the base of Finn's erection, unable to help the way his own hips surge forward with an insistent that is anything but sleepy.
There is a slow and sweet tingle of pleasure that sparkles like sunlight on the ocean as Remi touches Finn. Just the echoed sensation is enough to have Remi's lips parting as his eyes press shut, happy to lose himself in the rebounded ecstasy he means to lavish from Finn. "Dei, mi piaci così tanto quando sei così." He whispers as his fingertips tighten around the base of Finn's erection, unable to help the way his own hips surge forward with an insistent that is anything but sleepy.
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.
