long shadows

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

Ronin's sudden disappearance has Remi hitching in a breath and sitting up abruptly, blinking stupidly at his empty chair. It's only as a few drops of blood go from one head to another that he's able to realize what has happened. Shaking his head with a grim smile, Remi runs his tongue along his teeth muttering, "Now who is being unfair?" as he shoves his own chair back to make his way to the bathroom.

Opening the door eagerly, Remi is stunned into stillness by the impossibly handsome man before him. At his side, the alchemist's fingers twitch and jerk as his eyes go from feathers to scales and then to lips and eyes he knows better than his own. His body will only handle a second or two more of oogling before it demands action, and with a swift inhale Remi finds himself shutting the door hard enough to wedge it in its frame. "Touch me," he all but growls, his fingers fumbling at the buttons of his shirt as he crosses the small distance between he and Ronin. Needing to feel his husband's lips upon his, Remi hastily presses himself against the Huntsman, still clawing at his buttons with one hand while the other scoops around Ronin's back to tug him close.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)