there is always hope
The taste of Remi was like electricity on his tongue, their bodies pressed close but somehow not close enough, and a warmth like something he hadn't felt in what seemed like months began to kindle deep and low in Ronin's belly. Parting for breath only for a moment, the hunter smiled warmly, all but drowning in sea-glass green, shattered though it might be. "I am home," he mumbled. Home is wherever you are.
Leaning in again to reclaim Remi's lips, both hands this time went to pay overdue attention to the muscular torso hiding beneath the alchemist's usually loose clothing. "Although," he murmured into the other man's mouth, "the amount of fun we could have in a shower right now... Think I'm safe to go home?" He arched an eyebrow, nipping playfully at Remi's lower lip. "I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise."
Leaning in again to reclaim Remi's lips, both hands this time went to pay overdue attention to the muscular torso hiding beneath the alchemist's usually loose clothing. "Although," he murmured into the other man's mouth, "the amount of fun we could have in a shower right now... Think I'm safe to go home?" He arched an eyebrow, nipping playfully at Remi's lower lip. "I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise."
