I will fight the end
Ronin needed very little encouragement; his fingers were already teasing around the waist of Remi’s pants as the alchemist gazed up at him, a silly little smile spreading across his face. Ronin didn’t care that they hadn’t gone back to the wagon - ultimately the people of Torchline were beginning to learn not to wander along this stretch of beach at night, just in case. Fingers like fire trailed across his bare skin where Remi’s hand wandered under his shirt, Ronin overwhelmed by the mere prospect of romance, of something that wasn’t quick and hard and bordering on violent.
”That had better be a watertight promise,” he said, his voice surprisingly tight around the words. To see Remi like this, blushing and coy and altogether everything the hunter had fallen head over heels for... it was too much. His lips found the other man’s again in moments, his hand sliding beneath Remi to arch his back up to meet the grind of Ronin’s hips, the unspoken promises of what was to come.
”That had better be a watertight promise,” he said, his voice surprisingly tight around the words. To see Remi like this, blushing and coy and altogether everything the hunter had fallen head over heels for... it was too much. His lips found the other man’s again in moments, his hand sliding beneath Remi to arch his back up to meet the grind of Ronin’s hips, the unspoken promises of what was to come.
'til the end is here
