there is always hope
Sipping at the wine now that his cup was refilled, Ronin shot Remi a playfully reproachful look through the bars of the cell. "Your highness?" he drawled right back. "Give over, would you." Snorting, he set his cup down and sat up a little better once Remi took the cake back; Ronin seemed unashamedly smug to have caught the other man out before he could get a face full of cake. "On my birthday, too," he agreed. "As if I wasn't going to see through your ruse. I know you, Remi," he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
And so, as the finger covered in frosting was offered through the bars, Ronin raised an eyebrow at his husband and slowly reached out, cupping the alchemist's hand in his own. Leaning in to lick it away, perhaps the hunter was overly enthusiastic about it... or maybe it was just very good cake. Who could know?
Either way, with a hot mouth and a very interested tongue, Ronin took his sweet time licking and sucking and ensuring that every last bit of frosting was cleaned away - only then did he release his husband, smirking up at him. "Is that it?" he asked.
And so, as the finger covered in frosting was offered through the bars, Ronin raised an eyebrow at his husband and slowly reached out, cupping the alchemist's hand in his own. Leaning in to lick it away, perhaps the hunter was overly enthusiastic about it... or maybe it was just very good cake. Who could know?
Either way, with a hot mouth and a very interested tongue, Ronin took his sweet time licking and sucking and ensuring that every last bit of frosting was cleaned away - only then did he release his husband, smirking up at him. "Is that it?" he asked.
