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the things we hold are always the first to go

Something new was an understatement, but it wasn’t pride so much as happenstance which meant Ronin had never been taken by anyone before. Still, while his heart began to thunder in his ears as Remi dipped lower between them, he had been on the giving end of this enough times to know what to expect. That being said, he didnt expect to find Remi’s mouth around him, Ronin letting out a breathless moan and bucking up and into deft fingers and a talented tongue.

”Fuck, he panted, fingers curling through the alchemist’s hair, threatening to hold him there out of pure need until Ronin was done; luckily, he had the sense to allow the other man to move up the length of his body.

Ronin’s lips parted in an unrepentant ‘oh’, his back arching into an expected pressure but an unexpected bliss as Remi entered him, his head tilting back even as their lips met. Ronin groaned something like Remi’s name into their kiss, his breath coming in quick gasps, and he held him still for a few moments to get used to the new sensation (however much he suddenly wanted and needed to be fucked), before rocking his hips in a slow rhythm that promised only to get faster and more reckless.

One of his legs curled around the alchemist, pressing him closer, and there was a wicked grin indeed on Ronin’s face as he urged him on with fierce kisses and soft touches.