like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Years now they've watched each other's bodies grow and change, and yet Remi feels more naked and vulnerable now beneath his husband's gaze than he has in years. Shivering, the alchemist's skin is suddenly hyperaware of every place it melts against Ronin, no matter how many layers of mud or clothing exist between them. He loathes all that separates them, and gods if he wouldn't give up every bit of strength he's developed to have back the ability to dissolve their clothes into petals.
Ronin's lips against his has Remi's mind flaring and stilling all at once. Too much happens in the moment for the alchemist to do anything other than lean into the warmth of his husband's lips. Nevermind the heat that drips from his belly between his thighs and sloshes down to the balls of his feet; nevermind the way he wants to surge forward and reclaim the high ground over his husband; nevermind all the things that rise and fall on his tongue. Breathless as they part, Remi gasps slightly as his lips form a shaky smile. "But that is just the thing...I want you to have everything all the time. Not just when we are alone." Not just when it was easy.
Ronin's lips against his has Remi's mind flaring and stilling all at once. Too much happens in the moment for the alchemist to do anything other than lean into the warmth of his husband's lips. Nevermind the heat that drips from his belly between his thighs and sloshes down to the balls of his feet; nevermind the way he wants to surge forward and reclaim the high ground over his husband; nevermind all the things that rise and fall on his tongue. Breathless as they part, Remi gasps slightly as his lips form a shaky smile. "But that is just the thing...I want you to have everything all the time. Not just when we are alone." Not just when it was easy.
remi
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.
