the baffled king composing hallelujah
It's with flush of pink in his cheeks and a smile on Ronin's lips that he remembers a time when his husband could turn their clothing into flower petals, or feathers, or moss, or any other number of things. Alas, these days they are left to the mundane, and it's with a lingering nip to the alchemist's lower lip that he draws back. "It can't be your magic, because the feeling is mutual," he assures him, his fingers having opened the front of Remi's coat by this point.
His hands slip against the Lullaby's shirt, though they both know that won't be enough either, Ronin shifting as if he might move off Remi's lap, but in reality it's just to press against the hands sneaking along his thighs.
Have me, he whispers through the bond, his voice wicked at the same time as it's sincere. We can be quick. I believe in you. With a smile to match his tone, blue eyes flick over Remi's shoulder to make sure there aren't any other sleigh rides going on behind them. There aren't. For now.
His hands slip against the Lullaby's shirt, though they both know that won't be enough either, Ronin shifting as if he might move off Remi's lap, but in reality it's just to press against the hands sneaking along his thighs.
Have me, he whispers through the bond, his voice wicked at the same time as it's sincere. We can be quick. I believe in you. With a smile to match his tone, blue eyes flick over Remi's shoulder to make sure there aren't any other sleigh rides going on behind them. There aren't. For now.
