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Every gasp, every moan was something Ronin took pleasure in, having seen in his friend an undercurrent of misery for far too long. However brief a respite this might be for the two of them, he thought they deserved a fucking break. And so even as Remi tried to relax, Ronin took his cues from the shuddering breaths and the small movements made by his back and his hips, all the while leaning in to flick his tongue over the same nipple that had received his teasing earlier. Humming his approval at the engorged length he was working beneath his fingers, Ronin soon picked up the pace, lowering himself down in no time at all to echo the movement of his hand with his mouth. At the same time he urged Remi's hips upwards, squeezing his ass and stroking a finger around a place he knew too well would drag the alchemist closer to the edge. ronin the long and lonesome road