we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
A shudder runs through Ronin at that last, teasing pulse of lips and tongue against him, his lower back arching off the doorframe as if to ask Remi where the fuck he thinks he’s going. But his husband isn’t gone for long, and he moans hungrily into his mouth as he drapes against him for a kiss. Arms winding around the Alchemist, he can taste himself on Remi’s tongue, and that’s enough to set his heart racing all over again, cock twitching at the memory.
His fingers wrap in the back of his husband’s curls, hips tilting a little that he might use the doorframe as leverage. There’s a wicked smile on his face as he breathlessly pulls back from their kiss, the kind of smile that suggests he wants to try something ridiculous and acrobatic that makes the most of their current position and combined strength. Ronin is, after all, nothing if not spontaneous.
~FIN
His fingers wrap in the back of his husband’s curls, hips tilting a little that he might use the doorframe as leverage. There’s a wicked smile on his face as he breathlessly pulls back from their kiss, the kind of smile that suggests he wants to try something ridiculous and acrobatic that makes the most of their current position and combined strength. Ronin is, after all, nothing if not spontaneous.
~FIN
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
