and on to the glory at my right hand
Ordinarily, Remi's antics would have provoked an overdramatic and teasing response from the Huntsman; how dare he not make his husband feel cherished! and so on, but here and now, his reaction is all too serious. "Never," he growls against the side of the alchemist's neck, his grip around the other man growing tighter as he leans up to catch his lips in a bruising kiss. The press of Ronin's tongue is as needy as it is passionate, and the fact that they're standing in a Temple and next to a corpse evidently escapes him.
"I am surprised they agreed to come here," he counters in a scoff against Remi's lips. "Gods know I cannot be trusted either." And so that's that, he supposes. Everyone holding a gun to everyone else's head.
Caught in another kiss, Ronin grumbles his annoyance at their present location and wishes they could just blink and be at the hotsprings. "That," he says, "sounds like a wonderful idea. We ought to go right now." It's too bad that his hands are trying to sneak down the front of Remi's pants.
"I am surprised they agreed to come here," he counters in a scoff against Remi's lips. "Gods know I cannot be trusted either." And so that's that, he supposes. Everyone holding a gun to everyone else's head.
Caught in another kiss, Ronin grumbles his annoyance at their present location and wishes they could just blink and be at the hotsprings. "That," he says, "sounds like a wonderful idea. We ought to go right now." It's too bad that his hands are trying to sneak down the front of Remi's pants.
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