long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving As testament to the dragon Remi mentions, the groan that rumbles up in Ronin's throat sounds much more like a bestial growl, and he presses the alchemist's hand more insistently against his growing erection. It doesn't help, that it's all tight leather that's already perfectly fitted against his skin, but it also doesn't feel terrible either. "You sure I can't rush you?" he asks, his lips still lingering against Remi's ear until the other man turns his head, as his lips are almost but not quite captured. "I'd ban us, if I were in charge. Guardian be damned - we're a menace," he informs him, not that it's his choice and not that anyone in the bar is paying a blind bit of notice of them. Ronin does not manage to sound conversational, and as Remi's fingers have the audacity to speed up he tries and fails to hide another moan in the back of his throat, his head lolling back a little. "This is so unfair."