shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Whoever said my name was honourable is a filthy liar. Doubly so if it was my parents," Ronin murmured against Remi's lips, smirking and reluctantly drawing back so he could try to catch his breath. Indeed, if any of Ronin's family could meet his husband he imagined that the rumour mill would break with the force of churning so much gossip out. Luckily enough, the alchemist in his arms banished all thoughts other than what they were about to get up to with his next words. Stumbling a couple of steps and smiling against Remi's kiss, Ronin felt the wall meet his back and nipped playfully at his lower lip. "Oh, you'll have me," he assured him, arching forward that he might reverse their positions. His hands slipped down to Remi's wrists, intending on pinning them above his head as he leant in close, tongue darting out to flick against the shell of the alchemist's ear. "Every," he whispered, pressing their hips together, "last... inch."