"Get back here and I will let you know." The alchemist growled back playfully. Fitting against Ronin just as easily as he ever had, Remi took the briefest of moments to luxuriate in just how crisp his husband looked now with his restored sight. Ronin had always been bright, but now he was sharp and wildly in focus in a way that made Remi absolutely weak-need with adoration and desire. Much as Remi was absolutely twitterpated by Ronin, the press of the king's erection against his own turned the boyish sparkle of love in his eyes to a dark flame that brandished colour across his cheeks.
Lightning nipping against the muscles lining his husband's shoulder, Remi grinned fiendishly against his skin before raising his eyes and a brow mischievously. Before he might have made some snarky comment he found his lips captured and his mind suddenly empty of every thought save for those of the man before him. Ronin's lips and tongue might have held apologies, but Remi's were praises of a future he'd never endanger again.
Reaching out a distracted arm to keep the door open, he then slammed it shut behind them (Remi might not have minded spectators, but just now he definitely wanted his husband all to himself) With his other hand snugly around Ronin's hip with his fingers curling around to grab the curve of Ronin's ass, he bent forward with a hungry moan as they fell into the bed.
Trying to reach for Ronin's hands to pin them above the king's head as he'd just done with Remi downstairs, one of the alchemist's hands trickled down Ronin's side. Grabbing the base of his husband's erection as he deepened their kiss, Remi's tongue stroked out suggestive patterns against Ronin's.
Lightning nipping against the muscles lining his husband's shoulder, Remi grinned fiendishly against his skin before raising his eyes and a brow mischievously. Before he might have made some snarky comment he found his lips captured and his mind suddenly empty of every thought save for those of the man before him. Ronin's lips and tongue might have held apologies, but Remi's were praises of a future he'd never endanger again.
Reaching out a distracted arm to keep the door open, he then slammed it shut behind them (Remi might not have minded spectators, but just now he definitely wanted his husband all to himself) With his other hand snugly around Ronin's hip with his fingers curling around to grab the curve of Ronin's ass, he bent forward with a hungry moan as they fell into the bed.
Trying to reach for Ronin's hands to pin them above the king's head as he'd just done with Remi downstairs, one of the alchemist's hands trickled down Ronin's side. Grabbing the base of his husband's erection as he deepened their kiss, Remi's tongue stroked out suggestive patterns against Ronin's.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
