he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
For all Remi is and has become, there are moments that seem to brush away the man most know him as to reveal the naive and quiet alchemist known only to a few, from an entire world away. The breath that he's trying to tug in through his nose is stifled by the lips suddenly against his once more, increasingly the weightlessness that already has him feeling unsteady.
Not unlike his husband, Remi is aware that the moan that builds behind his teeth is one he can't release. So as the Star's hips press against his, the alchemist hastily channels the sound into his lips and tongue as he seeks Ronin's out.
On the verge of panting, if only for the breaths he continues to hold in an effort to keep quiet, Remi searches his husband's gaze as if confused. Look at him? At Remi? Why would he, least of all anyone else, when there was Ronin here to behold. Close enough that had he the mental fortitude for it he could count the man's long and dark eyelashes, Remi is swept away by the blue of his husband's eyes and each flare of heat he kisses inspire.
'Gods I want you too." Remi whispers in a voice how hushed by haste. His hands drop to Ronin's belt, easily sliding away the leather from the buckle so that they might begin to unfasten his pants as well.
Not unlike his husband, Remi is aware that the moan that builds behind his teeth is one he can't release. So as the Star's hips press against his, the alchemist hastily channels the sound into his lips and tongue as he seeks Ronin's out.
On the verge of panting, if only for the breaths he continues to hold in an effort to keep quiet, Remi searches his husband's gaze as if confused. Look at him? At Remi? Why would he, least of all anyone else, when there was Ronin here to behold. Close enough that had he the mental fortitude for it he could count the man's long and dark eyelashes, Remi is swept away by the blue of his husband's eyes and each flare of heat he kisses inspire.
'Gods I want you too." Remi whispers in a voice how hushed by haste. His hands drop to Ronin's belt, easily sliding away the leather from the buckle so that they might begin to unfasten his pants as well.
THE LULLABY
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
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.
