[SE] what keeps you warm at night

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

The projection's words are like waves of gasoline dropped on an already out-of-control wildfire. Delirious with pleasure, Remi shakes his head against the hawk tattoo on which his forehead is pressed as he begins to lose the battle against becoming violent. It's selfishness alone that keeps him from slicing the projection into ribbons if only because the thought of the orgasm fucking their sheets would yield is strong enough to keep some semblance of self-control. Even so, he needs some outlet, and so it's on either side of the projection's shoulders that Remi digs his claws, hard enough to make his arms shake.

While Ronin does exactly what they both need, Remi's thrusts are deep, possessive, but slow by comparison. Even so, as the percussive sound of their bodies competes with the pounding of their pulses, the alchemist can feel his orgasm begin to yawn from deep inside his belly.

It feels as vast as a chasm and as unyielding as a rockfall, the way the heat builds and the pressure focuses into a single pinpoint of reality that then explodes outwards. Normally he and Ronin moan some lazy warning to one another, but with his lips parted and his teeth threatening to remove the tattoo from the projection's chest, it's all Remi can do to grip the bed with his claws and not dissolve into some monstrous thing as Ronin's thrusts shove him over the edge.

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