the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Speak for yourself. The woodsy look is nice for a little while, but once you've been wearing the same clothes for gods know how long, it starts to wear thin." Ronin laughed softly; not that the blight in him cared a kind fuck for his hygiene. "When this is over, I will need your help in getting clean - so at least you have that to look forward to."
His eyes slipped shut as Remi's warm hand worked its way beneath his clothes, burning like a coal against his chilled skin, and a low moan of satisfaction escaped Ronin's lips. "It's not a competition," he chided with a grin, nuzzling into the alchemist's curls. "But I suppose I need all the love I can get right now, so I'll take as much as you can give."
His eyes slipped shut as Remi's warm hand worked its way beneath his clothes, burning like a coal against his chilled skin, and a low moan of satisfaction escaped Ronin's lips. "It's not a competition," he chided with a grin, nuzzling into the alchemist's curls. "But I suppose I need all the love I can get right now, so I'll take as much as you can give."
THE
FALLEN STAR