wild in the silence; no way to make it right
The pain and pressure of Ronin's fingers digging into his arm don't register as such. Instead his mind lapses into hazy bliss to feel yet another place they are connected and held together as one. If his pleasure wasn't so intense, the Alchemist might have actually lost himself quite literally inside of Ronin: his soul slipping out of his body to fit neatly around his husband's. A sensible mind would have known that that would leave Ronin to fuck a soulless husk, which all things considered would be a bad idea. What Remi's mind knew was that it felt too good to do anything but cling desperately to the feeling and let it drown him in oblivion.
When exactly the rain that coated them became sweat Remi can't say. All he knows now is the feel of delicious brightness on his skin from the chill in the air on his lower back as Ronin's hips release if only to drive forward again. If he could, he would have turned to capture his husband's lips in a silent soliloquy of praise, to connect them in yet another place. But with his body as tense as it was, the cusp of his orgasm rendered his limbs unresponsive save for achieving one end.
There is no coming back from the sound of Ronin's words against his ear. Despite Remi's firm grip on the headboard and his arm tethering him to his husband, he's lost and drowning; falling forever into the gaping mouth of his orgasm that slips around him like a second skin. His knuckles slam against the wall as he finally does cum, the headboard groaning as its pushed past its structural limits.
"Gods, have me." Remi moans from his fall into the delicious madness of Ronin. Reaching idly for Ronin's hand, no longer needed on his shivering cock, he brings it up to his lips and presses the Star's fingers against his tongue, his teeth biting down as his hips thrust back against the Star's.
When exactly the rain that coated them became sweat Remi can't say. All he knows now is the feel of delicious brightness on his skin from the chill in the air on his lower back as Ronin's hips release if only to drive forward again. If he could, he would have turned to capture his husband's lips in a silent soliloquy of praise, to connect them in yet another place. But with his body as tense as it was, the cusp of his orgasm rendered his limbs unresponsive save for achieving one end.
There is no coming back from the sound of Ronin's words against his ear. Despite Remi's firm grip on the headboard and his arm tethering him to his husband, he's lost and drowning; falling forever into the gaping mouth of his orgasm that slips around him like a second skin. His knuckles slam against the wall as he finally does cum, the headboard groaning as its pushed past its structural limits.
"Gods, have me." Remi moans from his fall into the delicious madness of Ronin. Reaching idly for Ronin's hand, no longer needed on his shivering cock, he brings it up to his lips and presses the Star's fingers against his tongue, his teeth biting down as his hips thrust back against the Star's.
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.
