you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Ronin is thankfully far too wrapped up in Remi (as per usual) to realise that he's become part of the afternoon's attempts at baking, leaning into the fingers in his hair and pressing his lips and teeth more insistently against the alchemist's neck. He doesn't break the skin - yet - and his fingers are deftly continuing to unbutton his husband's pants without ever really touching him.
"That sounds wonderful," he agrees. "When shall we plan for it to happen? It's Deepfrost soon, so unless you want a snowy wedding it might need to wait..." Which both is and isn't fine by Ronin, and he backs up to guide them towards the bed. "An uninvitation sounds more like a threat," he admits, "and I'm not mad about it. Let's do it."
Speaking of doing it, the Huntsman finally does slip his hand down the front of Remi's pants his palm pressing insistently against his cock.
"That sounds wonderful," he agrees. "When shall we plan for it to happen? It's Deepfrost soon, so unless you want a snowy wedding it might need to wait..." Which both is and isn't fine by Ronin, and he backs up to guide them towards the bed. "An uninvitation sounds more like a threat," he admits, "and I'm not mad about it. Let's do it."
Speaking of doing it, the Huntsman finally does slip his hand down the front of Remi's pants his palm pressing insistently against his cock.
RONIN
