I will fight the end
Ronin doesn't know if he cums quietly (heh) or if the entire Pacifist Plaza just played audience to his orgasm, and quite frankly, he doesn't give a fuck. One hand tightens in Remi's hair, the other clasping the hand that hovers over his heart, and with his head thrown back and every muscle tight and needy for release, he's lost for a few moments at the world grows blank with the static of his ecstasy. Then, little by little, he stars to come down from it. "Oh, fuck," he groans, the curse riding its way out on a sigh of utter satisfaction, and his fingers relax in Remi's curls, stroking through them with sweet and boundless adoration.
The alchemist will feel the thunder of the Star's heartbeat on his wedding ring and beneath his hand, and the post-orgasm bliss continues to thrum out of him in lazy but powerful waves. "I forgot how good you are at that," he mumbles, huffing out a breathless laugh and closing his eyes. "How the fuck could I forget..." Ronin is grinning now, boyish and flushed and utterly bewitched by the man between his legs.
The alchemist will feel the thunder of the Star's heartbeat on his wedding ring and beneath his hand, and the post-orgasm bliss continues to thrum out of him in lazy but powerful waves. "I forgot how good you are at that," he mumbles, huffing out a breathless laugh and closing his eyes. "How the fuck could I forget..." Ronin is grinning now, boyish and flushed and utterly bewitched by the man between his legs.
'til the end is here
