like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Like any good predator, Remi is not far behind. He lunges as Ronin cums, the need for a second mouth no longer necessary. Intimately aware of the height of his husband's orgasm and where the inevitable fall begins, Remi dismisses his other self (more properly, he just shakes off the dizzying spiderwebs of control that he had left), to properly drape himself over Ronin so as to be tugged along in his wake.
It's Ronin's name over and over again that's on his lips, each syllable holding a thousand promises to be better, to do better. To make every moment of their lives as blissful as this. A better orgasm than he can remember having as of late, Remi finds his vision blown by white and then blue, as static settles in his veins, making it feel as though he can sense everything around him, and yet nothing at all.
Like a solar flare that allows colour and detail to shift slowly back once the glare has worn off, the where and when of it all slowly returns. Coated in mud and slick with sweat, Remi puts one hand down heavily at Ronin's side as his fingers splay for purchase. It hardly helps, given how the alchemist's arm is shaking. Which for him, is saying a lot. "Gods Ronin." Pitched forward with energy enough only to lay his cheek against the Star's sternum, Remi shifts himself awkwardly that he might simply lay between Ronin's legs, but that the Star needn't keep them splayed.
Painting in the mud, Remi realizes that "..i have never been so in love with you."
It's Ronin's name over and over again that's on his lips, each syllable holding a thousand promises to be better, to do better. To make every moment of their lives as blissful as this. A better orgasm than he can remember having as of late, Remi finds his vision blown by white and then blue, as static settles in his veins, making it feel as though he can sense everything around him, and yet nothing at all.
Like a solar flare that allows colour and detail to shift slowly back once the glare has worn off, the where and when of it all slowly returns. Coated in mud and slick with sweat, Remi puts one hand down heavily at Ronin's side as his fingers splay for purchase. It hardly helps, given how the alchemist's arm is shaking. Which for him, is saying a lot. "Gods Ronin." Pitched forward with energy enough only to lay his cheek against the Star's sternum, Remi shifts himself awkwardly that he might simply lay between Ronin's legs, but that the Star needn't keep them splayed.
Painting in the mud, Remi realizes that "..i have never been so in love with you."
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.
