the things we hold are always the first to go
"I'll make it up to you later," Ronin promised, fully intending to hold up his end of the bargain before the night was even through. At first, the drum of hot water against skin that had been far too cold for far too long was entirely consuming; add in the sight of the last of Remi's clothing falling away and the hunter thought he would be forgiven for his distraction. Ronin watched his husband hungrily, something coiling and clenching low in his stomach that simply demanded more.
Thankfully more was delivered at last, and as Remi joined him beneath the stream of hot water it was all Ronin could do not to simply melt into the alchemist, to grasp and touch and kiss any and every part of him until they were both done and spent. Luckily, as it happened Remi had other ideas. With a surprised gasp Ronin found himself pinned by vines and left utterly exposed, a roguish grin flickering across his face at the other man's ingenuity; a grin that wiped into pure bliss as Remi began his thorough ministrations.
A breathless 'oh' escaped Ronin's lips, tapering into a soft moan of need as hands worked their way into sore, tired muscles, as deft fingers lathered soap and scrubbed the dirt and grime from his skin. "Gods, Remi..." Head tilting back and knees growing weak, Ronin relied more and more upon the vines to hold him up, his hips arching all the while as if to plead or invite some of those delicious touches southward.
Thankfully more was delivered at last, and as Remi joined him beneath the stream of hot water it was all Ronin could do not to simply melt into the alchemist, to grasp and touch and kiss any and every part of him until they were both done and spent. Luckily, as it happened Remi had other ideas. With a surprised gasp Ronin found himself pinned by vines and left utterly exposed, a roguish grin flickering across his face at the other man's ingenuity; a grin that wiped into pure bliss as Remi began his thorough ministrations.
A breathless 'oh' escaped Ronin's lips, tapering into a soft moan of need as hands worked their way into sore, tired muscles, as deft fingers lathered soap and scrubbed the dirt and grime from his skin. "Gods, Remi..." Head tilting back and knees growing weak, Ronin relied more and more upon the vines to hold him up, his hips arching all the while as if to plead or invite some of those delicious touches southward.
