like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
The stuttering of Ronin's breath has the alchemist laughing a touch shakily as joy and pride intermingle with the heat that's quickly evaporating the rest of his senses. Arcing down (over himself?), Remi strains to press his lips against Ronin's, thrusting himself all the more against the Star in the process and also answering one important question: Yes, projections need to breathe. Stifled between himself and Ronin, astral!Remi fights for a breath as he's inadvertently forced down farther than his gag reflex normally allows.
It's strange the way his thoughts flit between two bodies. He can feel the smooth head of Ronin's cock against his tongue even though his lips are parted and panting in breath. His fingers are pressed into the mud at Ronin's side as his head moves up and down, and yet his fingers are also around Ronin's hips, hugging the Star closer.
'Ronin.." Whatever he meant to say is lost in the swirl of gravity that seems to emanate from deep within the Star, pulling him back relentlessly every time Remi's hips have the nerve to move away. "..gods I love this." Remi moans, and though he hasn't quite got the movements down seamlessly yet, his tongue and lips are eager enough that likely their clumsy presence against Ronin's erection is a welcome one. Remi, who finds himself nearly as undone by giving as he does by receiving, can only manage a fluttery and breathless laugh as his hips pick up a rhythm that his mouth is helpless to match. "I want you like this always."
It's strange the way his thoughts flit between two bodies. He can feel the smooth head of Ronin's cock against his tongue even though his lips are parted and panting in breath. His fingers are pressed into the mud at Ronin's side as his head moves up and down, and yet his fingers are also around Ronin's hips, hugging the Star closer.
'Ronin.." Whatever he meant to say is lost in the swirl of gravity that seems to emanate from deep within the Star, pulling him back relentlessly every time Remi's hips have the nerve to move away. "..gods I love this." Remi moans, and though he hasn't quite got the movements down seamlessly yet, his tongue and lips are eager enough that likely their clumsy presence against Ronin's erection is a welcome one. Remi, who finds himself nearly as undone by giving as he does by receiving, can only manage a fluttery and breathless laugh as his hips pick up a rhythm that his mouth is helpless to match. "I want you like this always."
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.
