the cosmos in my coffee

i've got a river for a soul

Whatever else Remi might have said—whether the truth, or some meme (the Anchorman one) quip about not believing his mouth was what Ronin really wanted—is dissolved instantly as Ronin's heels find their way to the small of his back. "Gods, Ronin." The alchemist chuckles, as if laughing about just how good it feels to have Ronin this close might somehow make having him even closer easier to endure.

(It doesn't).

With an inhaled hiss of anticipation, Remi's toes clench as he pushes himself forward, nearly collapsing onto Ronin's chest as all bodily control seems to evaporate. Unsure if he's cursed or laughed, screamed Ronin's name or held his breath, it's only as Remi finds himself buried between his husband's legs that his eyes flutter back open. "Gods I love you." He mumbles hastily before pressing his lips against Ronin's again. As he deepens their kiss with his tongue and a low moan, his hips roll with an intentional slowness as if the Huntsman's body was some perilous mountain pass that demanded the utmost care when navigating.