this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Then I'd better not waste any time," Ronin mumbles, sidling into the room properly and moving to set down their coffee on the floor next to the fur and blanket swamped mattress that counts as their bed. His erection is still wilting and the sight of Remi in bed is doing little to help matters, and yet there's no hesitation in the Star as he draws back the blankets to slip beneath them with Remi. Immediately he wraps himself around the alchemist, drawing Remi flush with him and leaning in for another kiss before logic has a chance to get a word in. He's still not after more than this - being tangled with his husband in bed and making out are absolutely stellar, thank you - but gods if he's not a lovestruck mess. His fingers slide into Remi's curls, a moan rising up in his throat as he fumbles to drag more blankets around them He just can't get enough of the taste of Remi, heat rolling off the two of them in heady waves, and its with a grumble of protest that he parts from his husband at last, keeping Remi tucked close. "You're everything," he mutters. "I'm so glad I've got you."