the things we hold are always the first to go
Raising a brow right back at Remi as if to wonder silently at the thoughts (undoubtedly dirty, he was certain) that were going through his head, Ronin found his own cheeks flushing at the question. "I don't know," he admitted with a lopsided smile. "But now I am very curious to find out." It sounded like an exquisite form of torture, in fact, and one he would eagerly engage in - but later. For now there was a hot shower and a man he was close to begging to put his hands upon him again.
They backed towards the shower and Ronin watched with hungry eyes as the steam began to drift out and around them, having to discipline himself not to help tear off his own clothing. Remi had it in hand, he knew (in both hands, if Ronin was lucky - ha), and so the guildmaster could only watch with lusty impatience as the alchemist teased and tugged and pulled at his clothing.
The matter, of course, was made entirely more difficult by the hunter's arousal, pressing hard and insistently against the confines of his pants. Only when he was finally released (with a sigh of relief, Ronin might add) did he step fully beneath the stream of hot water. Ronin didn't bother to help strip Remi further, knowing all too well that his husband could turn the rest of his clothes into whatever he pleased. In that moment, he was entirely distracted by the hear, the now, and the very imminent future.
They backed towards the shower and Ronin watched with hungry eyes as the steam began to drift out and around them, having to discipline himself not to help tear off his own clothing. Remi had it in hand, he knew (in both hands, if Ronin was lucky - ha), and so the guildmaster could only watch with lusty impatience as the alchemist teased and tugged and pulled at his clothing.
The matter, of course, was made entirely more difficult by the hunter's arousal, pressing hard and insistently against the confines of his pants. Only when he was finally released (with a sigh of relief, Ronin might add) did he step fully beneath the stream of hot water. Ronin didn't bother to help strip Remi further, knowing all too well that his husband could turn the rest of his clothes into whatever he pleased. In that moment, he was entirely distracted by the hear, the now, and the very imminent future.
