without you things go hazy

[say]"Well, I should hope so—"[/say] Remi manages, though his voice is tight with anticipation, rather than playful as he'd intended it to be. Ronin will likely feel the way Remi's jaw feathers against his own as the Star slips further inside of him. Laughter, or something like it, builds up in the back of the alchemist's throat and it's a breathless sort of pant he exhales against his husband's shoulder to find himself filled in a way he's been desperately craving.

It both feels like sex, but also doesn't. Or at least, not the sort of sex that they usually have. There is a closeness in this that the pair have only recently realized they'd been missing. A connection they'd forgotten they needed. So although Remi's legs raise to wrap around Ronin that his entire lower half might rock along with the Star's motions, he has absolutely no inclination to dig his heels in to spur his partner on. (Well, he absolutely has some inclination, just not one he's bothered to act on).

Rising up into the kiss and melting into the sweetness of it, Remi's body gives an involuntary shiver as Ronin brushes up against the bundle of nerves that promises better things yet to come. [say]"I feel like I could stay like this for hours."[/say] Remi whispers, much to the disapproval of his own erection, pinned between he and the Star as it is. [say]"Gods, I really do love you."[/say] He adds, boyishly flustered and overwhelming in love.