arms give away your need
Ronin is starting to understand why Remi had enjoyed being the one in the chair so much, his hands slipping away from the tie so they can glide along the alchemist’s thighs. The sound of their footsteps and the stroke of a breeze has a smile touching to his lips, and he’s about to speak when all at once his body is cradled by the hammock and he can feel the full press of Remi against his own arousal. The sensation pulls a moan from his throat, the sound ringing like music around the room, and then fuck if the Lullaby doesn’t go and ruin it.
”Mm, not quite,” he says, his voice rough as he surges upwards for a kiss, fingers twining in the blankets to capture Remi against his chest. Ronin is still gentle, still not here for hurried fucking or passion for the sake of passion, but there’s a definite note of need in the warmth of his lips, in the arch of his body.
”Mm, not quite,” he says, his voice rough as he surges upwards for a kiss, fingers twining in the blankets to capture Remi against his chest. Ronin is still gentle, still not here for hurried fucking or passion for the sake of passion, but there’s a definite note of need in the warmth of his lips, in the arch of his body.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
