there is always hope
Ronin was and always would be a soldier at heart, and so short, simple commands like the one that fell from Remi's lips were blissfully easy to follow. His muscles burned with a mix of pleasure and pain, and the hunter didn't need to be told twice; bracing Remi back against the wall, Ronin increased his pace to a long and pounding rhythm that had him seeing stars (literal? figurative?) before his eyes.
"F-fuck," he managed, the word mumbled against Remi's neck as he felt the steady pressure starting to build at the base of his spine. Moaning against the alchemist, at the tight grip of him and the willing and pliable body wrapped around him, Ronin lost all sense of restraint or control. He would hate to have thought he had hurt the other man, but at the same time the drive for more was too great now to ignore.
Ronin was lost, thrusting deep and fast and hard - harder with every thought of Remi that crackled through his brain.
"F-fuck," he managed, the word mumbled against Remi's neck as he felt the steady pressure starting to build at the base of his spine. Moaning against the alchemist, at the tight grip of him and the willing and pliable body wrapped around him, Ronin lost all sense of restraint or control. He would hate to have thought he had hurt the other man, but at the same time the drive for more was too great now to ignore.
Ronin was lost, thrusting deep and fast and hard - harder with every thought of Remi that crackled through his brain.
