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As Ronin straightened for a flickering of an instant the alchemist was afraid what he'd see writ on his friend's features. Disappointment? Annoyance? Amusement? Remi's heart thundered and not simply because of the southernly descent of his wandering hand, because suddenly this all felt so precarious. Because this was Ronin, Ronin back from the dead, Ronin who he was still strangely mourning the loss of...and then Ronin whose hips were rocking against his inquisitive fingers and whose hand was now draped around his neck, Ronin who had kissed him and who he had kissed back.

Remi heard a whine in the back of his throat, his own hips jutting forward which created odd angles for his wrist to work with, though he hardly cared. Still he felt oddly like some sort of fumbling teenager as if he was in a race against time. But it occurred to him on the tails of that thought that he wasn't. If anything he wanted things to slow and only partially out of wanton embarrassment for his lack of experience.

So slipping his hand out from beneath Ronin's waistband, his hands instead went to relieve the captain of his shirt. Trying to tug it over his head in one simple gesture, Remi's eyes went to Ronin's abdomen almost instantly. No matter how attractive Ronin's body still was (something Remi indeed had noticed and was noticing again), his hand wrapped around the ex-captain's hip, thumb stroking an unmarked stretch of skin. Sliding down the wall, Remi knelt before Ronin, eyes focused intently on the unmarred flesh beneath his thumb, staring at it with a sort of awestruck curiosity, despite the fact that the bulge in Ronin's pants was un-apologetically in his line of sight as well.

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While neither of them thought to voice it out loud, slowing down actually seemed like a wonderful idea. This wasn't Northaven - a meeting like this was not illegal or shunned or secretive. There was no need to rush, especially given what Remi had said about not remembering anything about his sexual encounters with other men. He helped the alchemist strip him to the waist as best he could, though progress was somewhat hindered given that Ronin was also trying to unbutton Remi's shirt at the same time. He only gave up as the alchemist slid down the wall, offering Ronin a truly delicious view of him that he'd never had the chance to sample before. And as tantalising fingers traced over his hips and his sides, a soft gasp of anticipation thrummed in the back of his throat. Sliding his fingers into soft curls, he let them play through Remi's hair, resisting the urge to tighten his grip and direct him to more pressing places. "No more scars," he half whispered, as if noticing his unblemished skin for the first time. "I doubt that will last long." ronin the long and lonesome road

i have been quietly standing in the shade

Shirt half undone, eyes fixed steadily on the smooth flesh, Remi hardly noticed the fingers in his curls until he felt the gentle play that caused him to look up. "Is that so?" He whispered half-dreamily, the thumb on the curve of Ronin's side tightening slightly. His other hand rose to grasp Ronin's other hip, pulling him slightly closer as Remi brought his lips close enough to the guildmaster's skin for his whiskered-scruff to ghost along the unmarked flesh.

Feeling as though he needed permission, but too shy to ask, for a moment Remi merely let his lips hover against the place the stab wound he had once helped to clot with his own hands should have been. Slyly, as if his right hand were trying to deceive his own mind, his fingers trailed down from the jut of Ronin's hip back to the line of his waistband, sliding to the middle of Ronin's trousers. As Remi's tongue and teeth and lips finally had the courage to bite and kiss and dance along Ronin's skin, the flat of his hand found the bulge beneath the fabric pressing against Ronin even as his other hand pulled the ex-captain towards him.

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"Mm... I have a bad track record for getting into trouble..." As evidenced by what had happened the very first day he had met Remi, though whatever trouble he might get into was banished in lieu of concentrating on the current trouble he was in. He let out shaky sigh at the breath that tickled along the exposed flesh of his hips, fingers wrapping a little more tightly in Remi's hair as if to plead with him to follow up with his mouth and tongue and teeth. And Remi delivered, Ronin clumsily stepping forward as he was tugged by the other man, his free hand forced to brace against the wall while he hungrily watched the show going on below him. As Remi's hand found and teased at his obvious arousal, a soft groan rose up in the back of Ronin's throat, the guildmaster grinding against the touch unconsciously, as if to find release where there was none. ronin the long and lonesome road

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Remi's mind was rather singularly focused now, the sound of Ronin's appreciation humming in his ears and as the guildmaster leaned forward, Remi was there to meet him with an ease that his body remembered even if his mind did not. Without looking up— for he knew if he saw that deep blue stare and the crooked smile he was sure was somewhere above him he would come entirely unraveled—Remi instead fixed his attention on the belt and buttons that were now directly in front of his nose. His fingers worked with a careful sort of urgency, not wanting to be slow and suggest a coyness he did not feel, but not wanting to rush and blunder and embarrass himself before his much more experienced friend.

Leather unbuckled, buttons unlooped and teeth softly grazing at the tightly pulled flesh just above Ronin's waistline, Remi pulled down on the fabric, senses heightened as he listened and felt for any indication that he ought to stop. Should he be allowed to continue though, Ronin would feel claws against his back, softly scraping down with pinpoint precision and care until they reached his lowerback, at which point fingers would reemerge, and the alchemist would thrust Ronin's hips—and the length of him forward—into an open and inviting mouth.

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Careful urgency was precisely the right speed, though it didn't stop Ronin from arching forward and tugging playfully at the other man's hair, offering silent notes of encouragement. And if that didn't tell Remi that he had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, the current state of the ex-captain might. Finally freed from the confines of his trousers, rock hard and already slick with the excitement of what was undoubtedly (hopefully) to come, he inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation of claws against his back. Remi would hear his laugh, low and breathless with mingled surprise and pain and pleasure, before it cut off into a gasp and a ragged moan as the alchemist took him into his mouth. The hand braced against the wall curled into a fist, Ronin's eyes fluttering shut as he fought not to thrust deeper, though the throb of desire low in his belly told him that he'd not last very long regardless. This was the first carnal pleasure to trill through him in months - he didn't stand a chance, growling something that sounded like Remi's name and biting down hard on his bottom lip. ronin the long and lonesome road

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There was something Remi found that he liked about the precarious balance between pleasure and pain, control and recklessness. Though his more predatory instincts were immediately ignited as his claws quite literally came out, Remi had no fear of losing himself. At least, not in the problematic ways which would be beyond his control.

New to this based off of memory, but knowing what it was like to be on the receiving end, Remi's tongue snaked and wove around Ronin, lips hugging the impressive length of him. Not that Remi had ever doubted the ex-captain when he'd proclaimed that he was indeed a grower, now there was absolutely no room for doubt. Whether what Remi did next was a kindness or a means of torture he didn't know. But reaching up he cupped Ronin's backside with one hand, the other slightly lower in between his thigh and began to force Ronin's hip into a movement perfectly countering the movement of his own head and lips.

Birds had gag reflexes that they could control, and in that moment Remi did as well. As Ronin was coerced forward, he'd find little hesitation from the man kneeling before him. Remi's fingers continued to encourage the sway of the guildmaster's hips while his lips and tongue continued to stroke up and down with an ever increasing rhythm.

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Given that Ronin had done this before, with both men and women, there were certainly no complaints from him regarding Remi's performance. He had to force the hand that still cupped the back of Remi's head to remain gently tangled in his curls, instead of urging him on like he so desperately wanted to. And damn it, he almost felt that this wasn't really a fair first impression, given that the skilled tongue wrapped around the length of him would soon make him cum like a firework, but fuck, Ronin couldn't stop this now. He didn't want to, either. He didn't-- Letting out a shuddering breath as dexterous hands suddenly rocked his hips forward - further, deeper than he had expected, the pressure that had been slowly building at the base of his spine went into overdrive. Remi was relentless, and the warning of what would imminently happen was all but lost in sound of the alchemist's name punctuated through a moan of bliss. Ronin came hard and hot and was utterly undone by it, his climax shuddering through him, his cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment by the apparent speed and ease at which Remi had wrought it from him. He was left panting, still half braced against the wall, unable to so much as move lest his legs buckle beneath him. ronin the long and lonesome road

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It was in Remi's nature to be subservient. To offer what he could to others without thought for himself, to be willing and pliable lest all the meager possessions and comforts he had be taken. But this was not that. The hungriness with which Remi devoured Ronin, the insistence of his hands and the desire to please did not come from a place of imbalance, but of love and mutual satisfaction. Hearing his name in buckled syllables from above, feeling the shudder and slight resistance in Ronin's muscles and the way his fingers flexed through Remi's curls so insistent and yet somehow controlled, sparked a brilliant sort of joy and pleasure through Remi such that the ramp up to Ronin's orgasm felt like something they were doing together, rather than something being done to Ronin alone.

And so as the guildmaster came hot and quick, Remi hummed a contented note of approval, his lips vibrating over softly shuddering skin. When the last of it was done and Remi's fingers had turned to whisper-soft feathers against the ex-captain's back so as not to overstimulate him, with a last curl of his tongue against Ronin, Remi leaned back inhaling a shivery breath and swallowing hard for reasons other than the lingering remains of his friend's orgasm. Feathers curled in his hair and his heart raced as he snuck a boyish look upward where Ronin was bridged over him against the wall.

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Ronin was still trying to bundle his thoughts into some sort of order where he had apparently dropped them everywhere, fighting to catch his breath, resting his forehead against the arm still leant upon the wall. A quiet gasp escaped his lips as Remi leant back and away from him, and as the alchemist glanced up it would be to see, at first, only the flushed cheeks and parted lips of a man still pulling himself back together. Eventually he took a long breath and glanced down at his friend, a lopsided and utterly blissful smile on his face. "Fuck, you're good at that," he rasped, Ronin absently smoothing Remi's curls back and out of his face. "But I'm afraid your act of generosity still leaves us with a problem." Grinning, he nodded suggestively down at the alchemist's own trousers. ronin the long and lonesome road

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Ronin's smile coaxed one of equal measure from Remi who could only laugh almost guiltily unable to do anything but blush at the compliment. "Is this where I say something about it being easy, and you say something about it being hard and—" Glancing down as Ronin nodded towards his own uncomfortable bulge, the tent-like proportions of the front of his pants made even more apparent given the way he was sitting back on his heels, Remi blushed even more furiously.

"I do not think I have ever heard it called a problem before." Remi returned in a voice gone quite husky with uncertainty and an unwieldy spark of anticipation.

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"No, no. This is the part where you say it was nothing, and I get offended and cry," Ronin said with a quiet sort of cackle, his cheeks still flushed and his blood still singing with the pleasure of his orgasm. Almost absently, he fastened his pants again, though that was only so he could crouch down beside his furiously blushing companion... and push him, in the hope that he'd overbalance and tumble to the ground. Should he be successful, Remi would soon find Ronin pinned over him, a devilish smile on his lips and eyes wicked with mischief. "It's fine," he said, "I'm a problem solver, Remi. I'll show you." Leaning in for a hungry kiss, Ronin had no qualms about flipping the power paradigm they had currently established. In fact, given how he felt currently, he'd not rest until he managed to draw at least a fraction of the same pleasure from Remi. ronin the long and lonesome road

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"I have had to deal with one Taliesin crying already today so you will just have to wait your turn." Remi quipped back, the smile rounding into an O as Ronin knelt down to his level and then shoved him unceremoniously back. Not thinking he was about to be shoved after so generous a feat, Remi indeed did overcompensate and rock backwards, striking the wall with a thump and glaring playfully at his friend.

As Ronin swept over him Remi grinned with boyish ease, returning the kiss and then some. His tongue rose and he felt himself arching his back beneath Ronin. Though the stretching of his muscles and the way his lips and tongue a sought desperate purchase against Ronin's was absolute bliss, it did little to satisfy the engorged ache that kindled and burned low in his belly.

Remi hummed a note of agreement? of challenge? against Ronin's lips trying very hard not to simply wrap a leg around the ex-captain's waist and to drag him down against the alchemist's hips.

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Ronin might apologise for the shove later, or he might apologise with his mouth and hands now, depending on whether Remi felt he needed a verbal sorry. Either way, he forgot about it for now in lieu of hungry kisses and swift hands unbuttoning the rest of Remi's shirt, letting him investigate the (quite frankly) impressive musculature of his chest and stomach. Were it not for the timing of events it might have been enough to start to rile Ronin up all over again, but as it was all he could do was draw back and marvel down at him, a crooked smile on his face. "Why, you've been hiding yourself away Remi," he said huskily, leaning in once more to steal a kiss, fingers teasing at one of his nipples while his other hand kept himself held over the alchemist. A few distracted moments of that gave Ronin the opportunity to suddenly and unceremoniously divert his attention southward, giving the bulge in Remi's trousers a generous squeeze before he began working on their fastenings. It didn't take long to free Remi from the troublesome confines of his pants, Ronin grasping the length of him in a firm grip, his hand moving in long and generous strokes to explore him properly. ronin the long and lonesome road