It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses
'Are we in a different apartment now?' Remi wants to know, despite very much not caring about the answer.
Just as it takes restraint on Ronin's part not to fuck Remi in the back of the throat or shove his head down onto his cock, so too does it take awareness on the musician's part. There is something about the fact that this is Ronin's first time that makes him positively smoulder. There's the knowledge too, that if he put his mind to it, he could probably make the man cum right now. Not right right now, but with enough of what the musician has picked up along the way, he's sure he could plough through whatever willpower Ronin had such that he'd never let Remi leave the space he occupied between his thighs.
Maybe it was ego, but then, Remi was used to playing to an audience, so perhaps it was just par for the course. That said, as much as he wanted to feel Ronin squirm and to feel his resolve melting away, god if he didn't also want to be fucked by this man. So perhaps that was just ego as well.
Still, Ronin asks for more and more he receives.
There's knowing what you're doing, and then there's knowing what you're doing from personal experience. So it is that as Ronin mumbles something that needs no translation, one of Remi's hands slips from where it had been on Ronin's thigh, to tuck around the mechanic's balls where he could simultaneously roll them between his hands as well as stimulate the soft skin below. All the while his own erection was fueled by the feeling of the cock in his mouth and lurid thoughts of stripping his pants off and taking the mechanic right then and there. He wouldn't, he already said as much, but there was always later, as they'd both already said.
Just as it takes restraint on Ronin's part not to fuck Remi in the back of the throat or shove his head down onto his cock, so too does it take awareness on the musician's part. There is something about the fact that this is Ronin's first time that makes him positively smoulder. There's the knowledge too, that if he put his mind to it, he could probably make the man cum right now. Not right right now, but with enough of what the musician has picked up along the way, he's sure he could plough through whatever willpower Ronin had such that he'd never let Remi leave the space he occupied between his thighs.
Maybe it was ego, but then, Remi was used to playing to an audience, so perhaps it was just par for the course. That said, as much as he wanted to feel Ronin squirm and to feel his resolve melting away, god if he didn't also want to be fucked by this man. So perhaps that was just ego as well.
Still, Ronin asks for more and more he receives.
There's knowing what you're doing, and then there's knowing what you're doing from personal experience. So it is that as Ronin mumbles something that needs no translation, one of Remi's hands slips from where it had been on Ronin's thigh, to tuck around the mechanic's balls where he could simultaneously roll them between his hands as well as stimulate the soft skin below. All the while his own erection was fueled by the feeling of the cock in his mouth and lurid thoughts of stripping his pants off and taking the mechanic right then and there. He wouldn't, he already said as much, but there was always later, as they'd both already said.
ThE RoCkStAr
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.
