RONIN
Things are about to get messy if Ronin has his way - which of course, he doesn't. His arms tighten around Remi, enough to realise as the man in his lap grows utterly, utterly still, and already the antlers that crown Ronin's head are melting back into his skull. Remi watches the space over his shoulder with eyes that are almost black, and the Star - naturally - is watching his husband.
You got it, he all but purrs through their bond, his hands taking their time while Remi counts to slip lower on his husband's body. And on three it's like a dance that someone has just started the music to; Ronin's fingers slip beneath the alchemist's thighs and he all but falls back, the muscles in his arms bunching to easily throw the other man up and into the air.
You got it, he all but purrs through their bond, his hands taking their time while Remi counts to slip lower on his husband's body. And on three it's like a dance that someone has just started the music to; Ronin's fingers slip beneath the alchemist's thighs and he all but falls back, the muscles in his arms bunching to easily throw the other man up and into the air.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
