RONIN
the dark star
It's distant, the slap of skin on skin, the protests of the creaking wagon, the wood splintering beneath the Lullaby's claws. Later Ronin will reflect on it, on the things people undoubtedly heard even if they didn't see it, but for now the only thing that matters is the way he melts around and against Remi in precisely all the right places, the heat from their bodies setting him alight from the balls of his feet right up and into the back of his throat.
Remi wants more and he'll get it, Ronin's fingers flinching around the alchemist's throat, even as his hand and hips work at a pace that's unsustainable at best. It's enough to make his muscles start to burn with fatigue and gods if that doesn't add to it all, and it's with an inarticulate moan that he hitches Remi up further, as if he might have him even more completely somehow. "Fuck," he whispers through a groan, his voice ragged and breathless, "you're gonna make me--"
It's a warning cut off by teeth pressing against the other man's neck, not breaking the skin but desperately wanting to as he climbs towards his own orgasm.
Remi wants more and he'll get it, Ronin's fingers flinching around the alchemist's throat, even as his hand and hips work at a pace that's unsustainable at best. It's enough to make his muscles start to burn with fatigue and gods if that doesn't add to it all, and it's with an inarticulate moan that he hitches Remi up further, as if he might have him even more completely somehow. "Fuck," he whispers through a groan, his voice ragged and breathless, "you're gonna make me--"
It's a warning cut off by teeth pressing against the other man's neck, not breaking the skin but desperately wanting to as he climbs towards his own orgasm.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
