the lullaby
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
Just now Remi is less of a blood-thirsty monster and more of a relaxed and well-fed predator. There's no need to rush, but that doesn't mean he's going to be chaste with what's before him either. Apart from the dark purple current of lust that flows outwards from the alchemist, Ronin will be able to feel warm puffs of breath on his skin where Remi's lips have parted with a stifled gasp. He'll feel the pulse of pressure from the alchemist's jaw as he fights for restraint until finally he'll feel the sharp graze of Remi's teeth as his tongue and lips withdraw if only just for a few seconds.
"I want you." Remi whispers in a voice that remains dry and husky despite the humidity now in the air. "I want every part of you." He adds, craving the salty-bright taste of Ronin on his tongue already. "Always." Slipping out of the remainder of his clothes, Remi follows behind Ronin, not at all minding the view. Stepping into the shower, his hands go to his husband's shoulders where his fingers squeeze at the Huntsman's muscles, finding them tight and hard from all the work they'd done that day.
"I want you." Remi whispers in a voice that remains dry and husky despite the humidity now in the air. "I want every part of you." He adds, craving the salty-bright taste of Ronin on his tongue already. "Always." Slipping out of the remainder of his clothes, Remi follows behind Ronin, not at all minding the view. Stepping into the shower, his hands go to his husband's shoulders where his fingers squeeze at the Huntsman's muscles, finding them tight and hard from all the work they'd done that day.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
