the lullaby
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
It isn't quite like fire, as easy a metaphor as that is. It's more like thousands of tiny teeth that snap and snarl different commands from within his bones: touch, pull, kiss, bite, grab, squeeze... The words leave Remi's fingertips and muscles twitching with indecision, like some well-meaning dog who is given too many commands at the same time and doesn't know which to follow. Torn between devouring and dragging things out, Remi's lips against the Star's are stilled by the contrasting whispers in his body, even as he smiles crookedly. "Is this...going to be something you regret asking for? I will make certain of it."
As Remi pulls back and can see the Star stretched out beneath him—all taut muscles and golden skin—the teeth in his bones turn to tongues that lubricate his joints and allow the alchemist to move again. His fingers knot the silk behind Ronin's head so that the Star will be forced to stew in anticipation of what is to come next. It will also help hide the way the alchemist's eyes sweep across his husband's skin with a mixture of predatory madness and unfettered desire that sends a crimson blush across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
What Ronin will hear is the unmistakable sound of Remi half-shifting, and despite the blindfold, he'll likely notice that the room has grown somewhat darker as some part of the alchemist blots out the sun. What Ronin will feel, are feathers brushing against his forearms with painful softness, while fingers begin to work at Ronin's belt with an equal lack of pressure. Knowing the Star's reaction to some of Remi's other limbs, the alchemist is careful to keep his tentacles against parts of the Star that are still clothed that he might not be distracted by the texture. In contrast to his feathers and fingers, Remi's tentacles press against Ronin's hips and thighs, kneading away knots and pressure with a luxurious slowness.
"Dei, sei l'uomo più bello che abbia mai visto." He whispers in a voice that betrays just how difficult it is to keep up this pretence of being able to maintain restraint.
As Remi pulls back and can see the Star stretched out beneath him—all taut muscles and golden skin—the teeth in his bones turn to tongues that lubricate his joints and allow the alchemist to move again. His fingers knot the silk behind Ronin's head so that the Star will be forced to stew in anticipation of what is to come next. It will also help hide the way the alchemist's eyes sweep across his husband's skin with a mixture of predatory madness and unfettered desire that sends a crimson blush across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
What Ronin will hear is the unmistakable sound of Remi half-shifting, and despite the blindfold, he'll likely notice that the room has grown somewhat darker as some part of the alchemist blots out the sun. What Ronin will feel, are feathers brushing against his forearms with painful softness, while fingers begin to work at Ronin's belt with an equal lack of pressure. Knowing the Star's reaction to some of Remi's other limbs, the alchemist is careful to keep his tentacles against parts of the Star that are still clothed that he might not be distracted by the texture. In contrast to his feathers and fingers, Remi's tentacles press against Ronin's hips and thighs, kneading away knots and pressure with a luxurious slowness.
"Dei, sei l'uomo più bello che abbia mai visto." He whispers in a voice that betrays just how difficult it is to keep up this pretence of being able to maintain restraint.
and these nights I miss you most
my heart is yours to break
my heart is yours to break
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.
