arms give away your need
Ronin would like to say that he is immune to the sort of exquisite frustration that lines his husband’s face, but it can’t be further from the truth. He tilts his head back into the fabric, into Remi’s touch, and pants out a breath, relishing the heat of lips against the side of his neck. ”Why wouldn’t I?” he mumbles, hips arching to tease against the alchemist, even if it draws a moan from his lips. ”You got any better ideas? I can’t think of any.”
Hands stroking down the length of Remi’s back, he lets his fingers paint patterns on his skin, around scar tissue and the familiar topography of muscles. There’s little he could want more, in fact, the Star shifting so he might seek out his husband’s lips again, unintentionally making any response he might want to give somewhat difficult.
Hands stroking down the length of Remi’s back, he lets his fingers paint patterns on his skin, around scar tissue and the familiar topography of muscles. There’s little he could want more, in fact, the Star shifting so he might seek out his husband’s lips again, unintentionally making any response he might want to give somewhat difficult.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
