the things we hold are always the first to go
Mischief and lust fought for dominance in Ronin's smile, in the look he shot back at his husband, and a hum of approval rippled up in his chest and throat as he arched into the hand pressed against him. That same hum turned into a breathy laugh, Ronin grinning at Remi and giving him a moment to comprehend what was happening. His astral projection, meanwhile, continued to help Remi out of his clothes, dropping hot kisses along his shoulders and trailing ticklish fingertips along his ribs and down to his hips.
"Mmhm. Imagine the fun we could have," he murmured, leaning in and capturing the alchemist's mouth anew in a deep and passionate kiss. In the meantime the astral Ronin had stepped away, and a second later the rush of running water filled the bathroom. Smiling against Remi's lips and bucking into his touch, Ronin tried to stand up from against the door.
"You have your work cut out for you," he warned about the shower, not even wanting to gaze down at himself for fear of what he would see.
"Mmhm. Imagine the fun we could have," he murmured, leaning in and capturing the alchemist's mouth anew in a deep and passionate kiss. In the meantime the astral Ronin had stepped away, and a second later the rush of running water filled the bathroom. Smiling against Remi's lips and bucking into his touch, Ronin tried to stand up from against the door.
"You have your work cut out for you," he warned about the shower, not even wanting to gaze down at himself for fear of what he would see.
