[SE] sugar rush

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

Puffing out a burst of air that's neither agreement nor dissent, Remi struggles to maintain the focus to both breathe and listen. Speaking, currently, was well out of the question, and as his body continued to twitch in sharp defiance to the pace Ronin was setting, Remi was quickly losing the ability to convince himself that waiting would be worth it.

Good timing that Ronin's efforts came when they did, as it riled something possessive within the alchemist that cleared his mind, however briefly. "Oh no." Remi counters with a smile, tensing his legs to keep them both sitting. "You picked this position, and now you have to deal with it." He growls with a dark smile. Hastily now because gods Ronin was all too much, the alchemist would shift and shimmy their respect pants and underwear down enough that when he reclaimed his spot in his husband's lap, it would no longer be onto an awkwardly caged erection, but down onto a freed one.

Reaching for one of Ronin's hands to encourage it to curl back around his throat, Remi will once again let his head loll back, only this time allowing the movement of his hips to follow along with the rhythm of Ronin's hand.