the things we hold are always the first to go
Meeting Remi's sloppy kiss with equal abandon, Ronin let his tongue do the talking around an unintelligible comment that slipped out through a groan of pleasure. The hunter, too, was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and as whatever magic meeting his every thrust redoubled its efforts he arched back against the pillowed floor, a curse forming on his lips and slipping away into mere syllables.
Remi came hard, burying himself in Ronin, and the hunter was only a moment behind. "Remi," he gasped, fingers spasming against the alchemist's shoulder, his hips and back and thighs shuddering with the force of his orgasm, leaving him panting helplessly in its wake. The sound of his heavy breathing and his heart hammering in his chest was all he was for a few moments bathed in bliss, Ronin fighting to catch his breath through a dazed grin.
He found himself absently smoothing the curls back out of Remi's face, his legs still locked around the other man. Letting his head flop back into the pillows, Ronin let out a quiet laugh. "Pretend I made a joke about romance and the first date or something," he mumbled.
Remi came hard, burying himself in Ronin, and the hunter was only a moment behind. "Remi," he gasped, fingers spasming against the alchemist's shoulder, his hips and back and thighs shuddering with the force of his orgasm, leaving him panting helplessly in its wake. The sound of his heavy breathing and his heart hammering in his chest was all he was for a few moments bathed in bliss, Ronin fighting to catch his breath through a dazed grin.
He found himself absently smoothing the curls back out of Remi's face, his legs still locked around the other man. Letting his head flop back into the pillows, Ronin let out a quiet laugh. "Pretend I made a joke about romance and the first date or something," he mumbled.
