the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin worshipped Remi with his tongue. Hands still pressed against the other man's backside (to guide as well as restrain, if that was even possible) as he devoured him, groaning low in his throat at the fingers in his hair that came to aid in the act. Breathing became something controlled more by willpower now than anything else, Ronin drawing in quick sips of air wherever he was able, and he was urged on by the fractured beginnings of words, the moans of pleasure and the enthusiastic rock of Remi's hips.
When he forced himself to draw back Ronin was left panting softly, eyes burning like blue fire as he gazed up at the man he'd agreed to be his forever, a roguish smile starting to pull at the corners of his lips.
Whether the hunter moved slowly on purpose, to tease, was anyone's guess, but against Remi's frenetic need the hunter was all cool assertiveness. He guided the alchemist back a few steps, that he might rise to his feet as well, and the obvious tent in his pants told that Remi was not alone in his wants, his needs, his nows and not a moment laters.
Still, Ronin leant in and pressed his lips to Remi's, exploring his mouth with a slow and deep satisfaction, hands gliding over a body now more scarred than his own, Remi's erection pressed insistently against his belly. "I don't want to hurt you," he murmured into the kiss; a subtle nudge that Remi was the one with the creation magic, and the ability to make this all the more comfortable for both of them.
When he forced himself to draw back Ronin was left panting softly, eyes burning like blue fire as he gazed up at the man he'd agreed to be his forever, a roguish smile starting to pull at the corners of his lips.
Whether the hunter moved slowly on purpose, to tease, was anyone's guess, but against Remi's frenetic need the hunter was all cool assertiveness. He guided the alchemist back a few steps, that he might rise to his feet as well, and the obvious tent in his pants told that Remi was not alone in his wants, his needs, his nows and not a moment laters.
Still, Ronin leant in and pressed his lips to Remi's, exploring his mouth with a slow and deep satisfaction, hands gliding over a body now more scarred than his own, Remi's erection pressed insistently against his belly. "I don't want to hurt you," he murmured into the kiss; a subtle nudge that Remi was the one with the creation magic, and the ability to make this all the more comfortable for both of them.
