there is always hope
"Good," Ronin said breathlessly, feeling curiously lightheaded at the smile Remi shot in his direction. For a moment all of the carnal touches and tongues and hands retreated back to the pure reality of loving and being loved, wanting and being wanted in return, and Ronin embraced it thoroughly. Then he let it go again, because fuck if Remi didn't make a pretty picture right now, wanton and open and pleading for him.
Hissing through his teeth, Ronin shifted ever so slightly to position himself, though he wasn't cruel enough to make Remi wait any longer. With a grunt of relief and satisfaction and desire, Ronin hitched himself forward and buried himself deep within the other. His breath came in broken bits and pieces; not since Vanya had Ronin really, truly fucked anyone, and as controlled as the hunter had been a moment ago, he was just as wild now.
Moaning something - Remi's name, a plea to some god or another or a curse - Ronin let his head flop forward against the alchemist shoulder. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one dragging another gasp or groan of pleasure from Ronin's throat.
Hissing through his teeth, Ronin shifted ever so slightly to position himself, though he wasn't cruel enough to make Remi wait any longer. With a grunt of relief and satisfaction and desire, Ronin hitched himself forward and buried himself deep within the other. His breath came in broken bits and pieces; not since Vanya had Ronin really, truly fucked anyone, and as controlled as the hunter had been a moment ago, he was just as wild now.
Moaning something - Remi's name, a plea to some god or another or a curse - Ronin let his head flop forward against the alchemist shoulder. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one dragging another gasp or groan of pleasure from Ronin's throat.
