like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
"Everything." He means it. And, for as much as a selfish-taker as Remi has become, he finds himself oddly elated and inspired to think of all the ways he might simply devote himself to making all of Ronin's dreams for their life come true.
It's no surprise that Remi has no hesitation at all about where they are. Hygiene might come into play in a moment, but for now, the alchemist is content to chase down the heat that he finds surging where their hips press together. Without a worry for what ingesting swamp mud might do, Remi returns his husband's kiss in earnest. I want you, The thought spills endlessly from Remi's thoughts as his tongue turns greedy and his hands instinctively seek out his husband's skin.
There is something youthful and absurd about the way they lay in the swamp, grinding on each other like teenagers who have only moments alone before they're inevitably caught or called away. Perhaps it's because this is all so wildly divorced from how real life is for them, that Remi burns all the hotter for it. "You would have probably burned away your clothes on the flight home anyway," Remi mumbles, his words taking on an air of apology as a clawed finger slices at Ronin's belt.
It's no surprise that Remi has no hesitation at all about where they are. Hygiene might come into play in a moment, but for now, the alchemist is content to chase down the heat that he finds surging where their hips press together. Without a worry for what ingesting swamp mud might do, Remi returns his husband's kiss in earnest. I want you, The thought spills endlessly from Remi's thoughts as his tongue turns greedy and his hands instinctively seek out his husband's skin.
There is something youthful and absurd about the way they lay in the swamp, grinding on each other like teenagers who have only moments alone before they're inevitably caught or called away. Perhaps it's because this is all so wildly divorced from how real life is for them, that Remi burns all the hotter for it. "You would have probably burned away your clothes on the flight home anyway," Remi mumbles, his words taking on an air of apology as a clawed finger slices at Ronin's belt.
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.
