i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out
The back of his neck beads with sweat as his curls scatter into tangled things. Unlike Ronin, whose back is exposed to the greedy jungle air, Remi's is pressed against the sheets and thus grows warm as friction whispers against his skin. Feathers snarl their way from his temples and down the length of his arms in varying degrees, with more and more appearing with each thrust of Ronin's hips.
Lazy in the wake of being had, it's with a confused blink and the beginnings of a snarl that Remi feels his leg released. Unable to return Ronin's kiss for the boyishly bewildered O shape of his lips, the alchemist feels the world seem to pitch and stretch as he's heaved into his husband's lap. Wings itch from the back of his shoulder blades now that his skin is exposed, and though their tent is relatively spacious, Remi's plumage still fan and folds as his wings stretch out.
With a moan that's somehow tentative and feral just the same, Remi blinks a few times before glancing down where his erection is nestled between the two of them. With one hand around Ronin's shoulders, the other slides between their bodies. Grasping himself with a muffled moan, the alchemist tries to fix his attention on the blue of Ronin's eyes before he finds his gaze drawn down to the Huntsman's lips. With his bicep shaking, Remi begins to stroke his fingers up and down his erection as his lips part and flinch around lurid words he has no air to give voice to.
Lazy in the wake of being had, it's with a confused blink and the beginnings of a snarl that Remi feels his leg released. Unable to return Ronin's kiss for the boyishly bewildered O shape of his lips, the alchemist feels the world seem to pitch and stretch as he's heaved into his husband's lap. Wings itch from the back of his shoulder blades now that his skin is exposed, and though their tent is relatively spacious, Remi's plumage still fan and folds as his wings stretch out.
With a moan that's somehow tentative and feral just the same, Remi blinks a few times before glancing down where his erection is nestled between the two of them. With one hand around Ronin's shoulders, the other slides between their bodies. Grasping himself with a muffled moan, the alchemist tries to fix his attention on the blue of Ronin's eyes before he finds his gaze drawn down to the Huntsman's lips. With his bicep shaking, Remi begins to stroke his fingers up and down his erection as his lips part and flinch around lurid words he has no air to give voice to.
but I f l i c k e r
from time to time
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.
