the lullaby
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
Ronin is the only one who can touch the scars on Remi's chest without the sensation immediately sending him into a blind rage. No pulses on his lips as one of Ronin's hands works at the base of his erection, wanting not to be distracted at all from making this about the Star. He can't make himself say it of course, not with multiple hands squeezing and caressing him and adding kerosene-soaked fuel to what's already burning inside.
There's something about all of this that makes it feel traitorously like there's a third person with them; the presence of which is precisely what Remi had just promised would never happen again. But then Ronin's words have everything dissolving away, and it's with a relieved collapse that the alchemist moves from the projection to blanket the Star. "I only want you." Remi vows between heated kisses, and though he's reluctant to do so, he raises his hips enough to free himself from Ronin before shifting his knees back onto the bed on either side of the Star. 'Just you.'
Nestling one forearm against Ronin's side and bracing the other against the wall, Remi tucks his wings away that his husband's hands might have access to the truest parts of him. 'Gods have me." He moans, the words a strange mixture of a plea and a growl. Not that the Star likely needed any encouragement, but Remi's restless hips grind downward so that at least 2/3 erections present might be mercilessly teased beneath the weight of their bodies.
There's something about all of this that makes it feel traitorously like there's a third person with them; the presence of which is precisely what Remi had just promised would never happen again. But then Ronin's words have everything dissolving away, and it's with a relieved collapse that the alchemist moves from the projection to blanket the Star. "I only want you." Remi vows between heated kisses, and though he's reluctant to do so, he raises his hips enough to free himself from Ronin before shifting his knees back onto the bed on either side of the Star. 'Just you.'
Nestling one forearm against Ronin's side and bracing the other against the wall, Remi tucks his wings away that his husband's hands might have access to the truest parts of him. 'Gods have me." He moans, the words a strange mixture of a plea and a growl. Not that the Star likely needed any encouragement, but Remi's restless hips grind downward so that at least 2/3 erections present might be mercilessly teased beneath the weight of their bodies.
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.
