long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Remi succeeds without needing to try much at all, and Ronin's moan echoes throughout the bathroom as his husband moves against him. "Some of them might even try to come in here and find out," he mumbles, which is all the more reason to listen to that sense of urgency that feels as if it's itching against the balls of his feet. And as Remi continues in the travelling tongue, whatever Ronin was thinking or trying to say completely vanishes. Instead, growling a curse against the column of the alchemist's neck, one of his hands snakes around to grasp the base of Remi's cock, squeezing it hard. "How do we look?" he wonders as his hips begin to move of their own accord, deep and hard without any intention of taking time over this. As his husband has rightly pointed out, the rest of the patrons in the bar are likely already talking about this, and they aren't here for romance. They're here because Ronin can't imagine having had to wait out the torturous walk home before getting his hands on the Lullaby.