I will fight the end
Having to take careful sips of air whenever the chance arose, Ronin was as lost as Remi in the act of giving pleasure, and his hand began to move in tandem with his mouth. Whilst he wanted to tease and draw this out - because when, gods, had they last had the chance to simply be, like this - he was also keen to ilicit every gasp and moan from the alchemist that he could.
And with his husband's heartbeat thrumming an increasingly frenetic rhythm against his fingers, there was little chance of him slowing down.
Indeed, if anything Ronin picked up the pace, the water a rush in his ears that, similarly to Remi, blocked out any and everything that might serve as a distraction, be it external or his own mind.
And with his husband's heartbeat thrumming an increasingly frenetic rhythm against his fingers, there was little chance of him slowing down.
Indeed, if anything Ronin picked up the pace, the water a rush in his ears that, similarly to Remi, blocked out any and everything that might serve as a distraction, be it external or his own mind.
'til the end is here
