there is always hope
Seated on the stairs between Remi's legs, Ronin somehow felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Perhaps it was the way his name fell from Remi's lips (it definitely helped), or the rock hard arousal making it difficult to unfasten the other man's pants; either way, whilst he had no intention of leaving Remi wanting (fuck me, the alchemist had said, and his cock twitched at the mere thought of it), there was no reason not to have a little fun first.
"Remi," he murmured in reply, smirking up at the alchemist as he finally freed him from the tight confines of his pants. Rather than a whine, however, there was something infinitely wicked in Ronin's tone. His hands running up the back of Remi's thighs to grab his ass, the hunter wasted little time, tilting his hips forward and guiding the full length of him into a hot and waiting mouth.
"Remi," he murmured in reply, smirking up at the alchemist as he finally freed him from the tight confines of his pants. Rather than a whine, however, there was something infinitely wicked in Ronin's tone. His hands running up the back of Remi's thighs to grab his ass, the hunter wasted little time, tilting his hips forward and guiding the full length of him into a hot and waiting mouth.
