you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Gods, look at you, Ronin all but purrs up at his husband, lips parted in a soft gasp as he arcs up and into the alchemist, all shivering feathers and boyish curls and too kissable lips. Barely reminding himself to breathe as Remi reaches between them, the Huntsman's cheeks flush and pleasure starts to mount more and more insistently with every thrust of his hips.
One hand sneaks up to thread through the soft, downy feathers that lay hidden beneath Remi's folded wings, as gentle as any caress. The other, however, is not so well behaved; gripping against the Lullaby's hips to pull him down with each surge up, although Ronin's pace is as slow and all consuming as ever, his mounting climax means he's perhaps not so gentle any more.
Hiccuping in a breath and leaning up to capture Remi's lips in a sloppy kiss, Ronin's emotions are raw and bare for the alchemist to drink in. I'm close, he warns. Fuck, Remi--
One hand sneaks up to thread through the soft, downy feathers that lay hidden beneath Remi's folded wings, as gentle as any caress. The other, however, is not so well behaved; gripping against the Lullaby's hips to pull him down with each surge up, although Ronin's pace is as slow and all consuming as ever, his mounting climax means he's perhaps not so gentle any more.
Hiccuping in a breath and leaning up to capture Remi's lips in a sloppy kiss, Ronin's emotions are raw and bare for the alchemist to drink in. I'm close, he warns. Fuck, Remi--
RONIN
