See true, see far

They probably should stop, but the agreement of the small and logical voice at the back of Ronin's mind was easy to ignore around the building heat between them. His hands slid to rest on Remi's hips, playful and a touch possessive all in one, and his lips only stopped their dance down the other man's neck at the familiar musical voice against the shell of his ear. Even hazed by booze, Ronin understood the meaning well enough. Leaving a final kiss against the crook of his collarbone, the ex-captain straightened up with a warm smile on his lips and a thousand suggestions on his tongue... when Remi's hand slipped beneath the waistline of his trousers. Ronin's breath stuttered in his chest, a crooked grin spreading across his face even as he arched unconsciously against the touch - the past few minutes had done more than enough to turn his trousers into a glorious form of torture, and teasing, questing fingers around the length of him were not making it better. "May as well make these new memories good ones," he murmured, thoroughly derailed from his original thoughts but not seeming to mind. One hand leaving its place on Remi's hips to loop around his neck instead, Ronin rocked into the touch, surrendering himself to the alchemist's explorations for the time being. ronin the long and lonesome road