i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
The look Remi gave his husband was crooked, confused, but no less mischievous for his uncertainty. Raising a brow, the alchemist bit the inside of his lip. unlike Ronin (or perhaps exactly like Ronin), Remi was thinking not of what the duplicate could do to him, but what he could do to it. "Do you think you could finish twice, then?" He asked with a dark laugh, leaning his cheek to the side to gently bite at one of the fingers holding his jaw.
"Jealous of yourself, mm? Now that is a new one." Remi chuckled. But at the mention of getting Ronin clean, a dusky coral blushed across the alchemist's cheeks as he nodded a wordless commitment to do just that. What gets dirtier the more it cleans? Unlike the usually answer to the joke, the answer was not a towel in this case, but an alchemist.
"Well then." The words were huskily said, and the way Remi was now looking at Ronin was entirely without boyish amusement. As he backed into the shower, Remi's fingers trailed low to the buckle of Ronin's belt. Thoughts of their wedding and all those damn clasps he was made to do wandered through his mind and a thrill of anticipation sent a shiver down his spine. "You really are filthy." Remi noted with a distracted hum, his eyes falling on the contours of the king's muscles and how lined with grime they were. "And yet I have never wanted you more." So saying he moved to strip Ronin entirely free of his remaining garments, caring very little about preserving any of the tattered fabric.
"Jealous of yourself, mm? Now that is a new one." Remi chuckled. But at the mention of getting Ronin clean, a dusky coral blushed across the alchemist's cheeks as he nodded a wordless commitment to do just that. What gets dirtier the more it cleans? Unlike the usually answer to the joke, the answer was not a towel in this case, but an alchemist.
"Well then." The words were huskily said, and the way Remi was now looking at Ronin was entirely without boyish amusement. As he backed into the shower, Remi's fingers trailed low to the buckle of Ronin's belt. Thoughts of their wedding and all those damn clasps he was made to do wandered through his mind and a thrill of anticipation sent a shiver down his spine. "You really are filthy." Remi noted with a distracted hum, his eyes falling on the contours of the king's muscles and how lined with grime they were. "And yet I have never wanted you more." So saying he moved to strip Ronin entirely free of his remaining garments, caring very little about preserving any of the tattered fabric.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
