RONIN
"At least I know now," he murmured against Remi's lips with a smile, absently reaching out to click the bedroom door shut and meandering further towards the bed (the bed which currently felt as though it were a thousand miles away). It was infuriatingly difficult to leave enough distance between them for Remi to get at the buckles when all Ronin wanted to do was have him close; proof that he was torturing them both, in fact.
Not that he would tell Remi that, of course.
Unbuckling another strap himself, Ronin decided he had done his share of the work - and he was ready and happy to have it used against him later, should Remi choose. As the alchemist continued to work, Ronin teased him with small and intimate nibbles to the side of the neck, his hands roaming over the buttons of his shirt, the fabric of his jacket.
Finally Ronin reached the oh-so-obvious bulge in his pants, giving it a hard and appreciative squeeze and humming a note of pleasure against Remi's neck. "Who knew you liked being tortured," he whispered back.
Not that he would tell Remi that, of course.
Unbuckling another strap himself, Ronin decided he had done his share of the work - and he was ready and happy to have it used against him later, should Remi choose. As the alchemist continued to work, Ronin teased him with small and intimate nibbles to the side of the neck, his hands roaming over the buttons of his shirt, the fabric of his jacket.
Finally Ronin reached the oh-so-obvious bulge in his pants, giving it a hard and appreciative squeeze and humming a note of pleasure against Remi's neck. "Who knew you liked being tortured," he whispered back.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
