As Sam began to move his own hips in tandem with Remi’s the alchemist closed his eyes, seeing a blur of copper in the darkness when they fluttered open of their own accord. He heard his name moaned into the alcove, and the hands wrapped around Sam’s hip tightened as the breath in Remi’s lungs was tugged in and out with each thrust of his hips. The alchemist indeed held Sam firmly, the arm around his throat for leverage as much as to simply keep him close. It was strange to both want to use someone as a source of your own pleasure, but also want to hold them close with concern for their own well-being. It was a line that his primal awareness and his much gentler boyish-mind warred over in his head, while his body took care of the rest. Clawed fingers gripped the skin of Sam’s shoulder and his collarbone, the last semblance of awareness on Remi’s part the only think keeping them from digging in to Sam’s flesh in earnest. Without the patch he’d created for Sam he could have done just that … but...ahh well. This was so much better.
The sound of skin against skin and the nearly audible sound of muscles tightening amidst the laboured breathing echoed throughout the temple. It was then that Remi truly became some bastardized hybrid of himself: a claw-handed wild-eyed man with wings suddenly replacing his arms. The blonde appendages unfurled from his arms leaving only hands at the end, curling upwards as if creating some sort of barrier in and around them. It was paltry at best, hardly doing much for the sound, but it wasn’t as if Remi was willfully controlling it. In this place though, the image was practically blasphemous; a hybridized and broken angel-would be, balls deep in a fanged and bloodless man. So many sins to unpack, so little time.
Remi nearly growled as Sam pulled at the hand on his waist, forcing it to rise. His claws raked up Sam’s torso leaving small parallel roads of red tracking up his skin as Remi’s hot breath panted with a snarl in the bookmaker’s ear. He wanted to hold and claw and press at all the right times and places, not whatever it was Sam had planned. However the sensation of lips against his wrist (still human enough) and then—Remi gasped loudly and the world dissolved.
If Remi had wanted Sam before, it was nothing compared to now. Now his lust knew no bounds and with everything he wanted quite literally before him, he was helpless to resist.
Fucking Sam in earnest now, the alchmist’s body seemingly replete with endurance so long as the ascended’s fangs remained against his skin. Remi moaned incoherent phrases and syllables; some affectionate, some demanding, some lewd and specific. Words like fuck and hard and more and Sam. Remi might have lasted a great deal longer had it not been for the bite, indeed he’d been intending so despite how Sam had urged that they gad to be quick, but Remi felt the pressure building low in his belly increase at a rate he was helpless to slow.
With a whining sort of gasp, Remi wrenched his wrist from Sam’s lips, the (now feathered) arm around his throat now sliding backwards so that the flat of his palm could push Sam’s shoulder blades down, forcing him to all-fours. Sinking both hands to his hips now, Remi hazarded a glance downwards as he now pulled Sam’s hips towards him. His thrusts now tried to curve upwards to stimulate that delicious place within the bookmaker for which Remi felt he was made. He fought against his mind’s immediate inclination to liken the slim and pale body that was before him to Loren’s, and so quickly Remi raised his eyes to focus onthe freckles, the shock of red hair. The things that were different, not the ones which were the same. Heart beating at an unsustainable rate, Remi’s feathers flexed as his arm muscles tensed while he groaned helplessly, his entire body begging for release.
“S—m—“ He mumbled despite how his teeth were tugging at his lower lip to try and give his mind something concrete to focus on. Reaching desperately around Sam now to force him back up and against him, Remi curled himself around Sam’s right side, his height once again to his advantage. Reaching his hand around he grabbed hold of Sam’s cock, his fingers immediately matching the rhythm of his hips which had only slowed slightly. ”Cum for me, Sam.” Remi whispered—ordered? demanded?—as his hips and hand increased in equal and measurable beats. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured
& I lost so much more than my senses
'Cause loving you had consequences |
