I swear I still believe but I don't know
Ronin glances sidelong at Remi as well, just about catching his husband’s gaze. He adores everything about him in that moment (as in all moments, but right now especially so); flushed and impatient, trying for easygoing, attempting disinterest. Ronin drinks it all in, feeling his own pulse hasten, and as he turns to put his back to the open door into the night, he reaches out a hand to snag Remi closer.
His arm curling around the Alchemist’s waist, his breath catches as he leans in close, already able to feel the pressing arousal between them. Then, his voice a breathy whisper, Ronin throws down the gauntlet. ”I like the rain.”
He steps back, drawing his husband with him out into the heavy downpour, the chill a delicious counter to the hot rush of heat going straight south. At last Ronin presses his lips against Remi’s, his kisses slow, savouring every taste of the other man that he can get.
His arm curling around the Alchemist’s waist, his breath catches as he leans in close, already able to feel the pressing arousal between them. Then, his voice a breathy whisper, Ronin throws down the gauntlet. ”I like the rain.”
He steps back, drawing his husband with him out into the heavy downpour, the chill a delicious counter to the hot rush of heat going straight south. At last Ronin presses his lips against Remi’s, his kisses slow, savouring every taste of the other man that he can get.
the dark star
