wild in the silence; no way to make it right
Lips on his skin, Remi's fingers tangle up into Ronin's hair, his fingers spiderwebbing outwards. There isn't a thing Ronin could do which would hurt him now; the pressure of his lips and teeth are simply a different instrument in the symphony that swells between them. The low notes of hips and legs, the harmony of fingers and lips, the bright staccato of breaths and half-lidded eyes. Tomorrow their bodies will show the notations of the music being composed tonight. The arm on which Remi leans moves up, clawed-hands gripping the headboard for leverage as the rest of him comes untethered with the slow crawl of Ronin's hand down his body.
Selfish as Remi has allowed himself to become, desperate and hard as his cock is, the feeling of Ronin filling him is all that he craves. With feet tipped with claws scrambling against the sheets to somehow take more of Ronin, the hand tangled in the Star's hair stutters for a moment as Remi's senses entirely lurch and freeze. Sensations explode in a thousand different directions, the epicentre of which is the slow pressure created by Ronin's impossibly controlled movements. "I swear to all the gods, Ronin.." Remi hisses, the words both a praise and a curse.
From the bundle of nerves stroked by Ronin's cock comes a plume of pleasure that rises through the heat broiling in Remi's belly up into the back of his throat. It makes him want to laugh and scream all the same time. To bask in the slowness but also to grab whatever part of Ronin he can and force his hips to move.
Selfish as Remi has allowed himself to become, desperate and hard as his cock is, the feeling of Ronin filling him is all that he craves. With feet tipped with claws scrambling against the sheets to somehow take more of Ronin, the hand tangled in the Star's hair stutters for a moment as Remi's senses entirely lurch and freeze. Sensations explode in a thousand different directions, the epicentre of which is the slow pressure created by Ronin's impossibly controlled movements. "I swear to all the gods, Ronin.." Remi hisses, the words both a praise and a curse.
From the bundle of nerves stroked by Ronin's cock comes a plume of pleasure that rises through the heat broiling in Remi's belly up into the back of his throat. It makes him want to laugh and scream all the same time. To bask in the slowness but also to grab whatever part of Ronin he can and force his hips to move.
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
