the things we hold are always the first to go
Moaning a note of anticipation into Remi's mouth as he was pulled closer, Ronin managed a lazy smile even as his hand slid back down the alchemist's side. His fingers played across soft skin marked by scars, dipping lower to Remi's hips and teasing around the waistband of his pants. With a sudden wicked laugh, however, Ronin left the garment well enough alone and moved back, straightening up with his knees at either side of Remi's waist. Panting, cheeks flush with colour and blue eyes ablaze with desire, Ronin smirked and tilted his head.
"You sure you want to do this here and now, on the floor?" he asked, a touch of challenge in his voice. "I'm not listening to you complain forever that this is where our relationship truly began. Speak now or forever hold your peace."
"You sure you want to do this here and now, on the floor?" he asked, a touch of challenge in his voice. "I'm not listening to you complain forever that this is where our relationship truly began. Speak now or forever hold your peace."
