i have been quietly standing in the shade
As Ronin straightened for a flickering of an instant the alchemist was afraid what he'd see writ on his friend's features. Disappointment? Annoyance? Amusement? Remi's heart thundered and not simply because of the southernly descent of his wandering hand, because suddenly this all felt so precarious. Because this was Ronin, Ronin back from the dead, Ronin who he was still strangely mourning the loss of...and then Ronin whose hips were rocking against his inquisitive fingers and whose hand was now draped around his neck, Ronin who had kissed him and who he had kissed back.
Remi heard a whine in the back of his throat, his own hips jutting forward which created odd angles for his wrist to work with, though he hardly cared. Still he felt oddly like some sort of fumbling teenager as if he was in a race against time. But it occurred to him on the tails of that thought that he wasn't. If anything he wanted things to slow and only partially out of wanton embarrassment for his lack of experience.
So slipping his hand out from beneath Ronin's waistband, his hands instead went to relieve the captain of his shirt. Trying to tug it over his head in one simple gesture, Remi's eyes went to Ronin's abdomen almost instantly. No matter how attractive Ronin's body still was (something Remi indeed had noticed and was noticing again), his hand wrapped around the ex-captain's hip, thumb stroking an unmarked stretch of skin. Sliding down the wall, Remi knelt before Ronin, eyes focused intently on the unmarred flesh beneath his thumb, staring at it with a sort of awestruck curiosity, despite the fact that the bulge in Ronin's pants was un-apologetically in his line of sight as well.
Remi heard a whine in the back of his throat, his own hips jutting forward which created odd angles for his wrist to work with, though he hardly cared. Still he felt oddly like some sort of fumbling teenager as if he was in a race against time. But it occurred to him on the tails of that thought that he wasn't. If anything he wanted things to slow and only partially out of wanton embarrassment for his lack of experience.
So slipping his hand out from beneath Ronin's waistband, his hands instead went to relieve the captain of his shirt. Trying to tug it over his head in one simple gesture, Remi's eyes went to Ronin's abdomen almost instantly. No matter how attractive Ronin's body still was (something Remi indeed had noticed and was noticing again), his hand wrapped around the ex-captain's hip, thumb stroking an unmarked stretch of skin. Sliding down the wall, Remi knelt before Ronin, eyes focused intently on the unmarred flesh beneath his thumb, staring at it with a sort of awestruck curiosity, despite the fact that the bulge in Ronin's pants was un-apologetically in his line of sight as well.
watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
