Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Given how much of his breath and concentration was already given over to touches and kisses, it was unsurprising that Ronin didn't have any words of encouragement in response to Remi's if. He fully expected it to be a when (as demonstrated only a few moments later), but for now Remi would have to take him on good faith. A deep and wicked laugh rumbled up in his chest, Ronin turning his head to nip gently at the other man's ear. "I wouldn't complain if you did. That's passion, isn't it?" He grinned.
Then, of course, Remi really did start to shred his armour to bits, and Ronin watched with a near feral glee as he was finally freed from its confines. Lifting himself up from the bed to aid with pulling the leather up and over his head, he took full advantage of his suddenly free hands to let his fingers tangle in Remi's soft curls, his hand to run down the length of the alchemist's chest to tease at the erection straining against the fabric of his pants.
Flopping back onto the bed, he found himself gazing up into shattered sea-glass green eyes, and his cheeks heated under the sudden scrutiny. He rested a hand atop Remi's, feathers and claws and all, and shot a bashful smile up at him. "Believe me," he muttered. "I am the lucky one. Aoife, too." He shrugged... before reaching up to tug Remi down on top of him properly, pressing their bodies together even while Ronin fought with the buttons on Remi's shirt now. Moaning into a deep kiss he had stolen from the alchemist's lips, he panted something like a 'please' or a 'now', trusting the other man to know how to do the rest.
Then, of course, Remi really did start to shred his armour to bits, and Ronin watched with a near feral glee as he was finally freed from its confines. Lifting himself up from the bed to aid with pulling the leather up and over his head, he took full advantage of his suddenly free hands to let his fingers tangle in Remi's soft curls, his hand to run down the length of the alchemist's chest to tease at the erection straining against the fabric of his pants.
Flopping back onto the bed, he found himself gazing up into shattered sea-glass green eyes, and his cheeks heated under the sudden scrutiny. He rested a hand atop Remi's, feathers and claws and all, and shot a bashful smile up at him. "Believe me," he muttered. "I am the lucky one. Aoife, too." He shrugged... before reaching up to tug Remi down on top of him properly, pressing their bodies together even while Ronin fought with the buttons on Remi's shirt now. Moaning into a deep kiss he had stolen from the alchemist's lips, he panted something like a 'please' or a 'now', trusting the other man to know how to do the rest.
