the things we hold are always the first to go
"I'm thanking you now," Ronin pointed out distractedly, a lopsided smile on his face that faded to something like ecstasy as his hands roamed along Remi's back, fingers tangling in his curls as he was goaded backwards. The hunter would have been happy on the floor, that much had been made clear, so finding pillows beneath him was a pleasant surprise, not that he had the sense to verbalise as much. Gasping and arching up as Remi thrust their bodies together, Ronin was just about at the pinnacle of impatience when, all at once, the remainder of their clothes became rose petals.
"Beautiful," he mumbled, as if Remi had bought him a bouquet and Ronin was supposed to act the part; unfortunately there was little time to discuss it. With nothing more between them Ronin surged up, capturing Remi's lips anew in a deep and passionate kiss, relishing the hot press of their bodies, the play of light and shadow on the alchemist's skin. Almost distractedly, his free hand reached down to wrap his fingers about the full, hard length of Remi, gathering him against Ronin's own aching erection and stroking, slow and deliberate to tease the both of them.
"Beautiful," he mumbled, as if Remi had bought him a bouquet and Ronin was supposed to act the part; unfortunately there was little time to discuss it. With nothing more between them Ronin surged up, capturing Remi's lips anew in a deep and passionate kiss, relishing the hot press of their bodies, the play of light and shadow on the alchemist's skin. Almost distractedly, his free hand reached down to wrap his fingers about the full, hard length of Remi, gathering him against Ronin's own aching erection and stroking, slow and deliberate to tease the both of them.
