shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin had every intention of allowing Remi to get as close as he liked, and the sound of the door slamming behind them was a distant echo; a minor distraction that totally dissolved against the taste of Remi, the hot press of their bodies coming together, the arousal building between them. The bed met the back of Ronin’s legs and he tumbled back freely, his laughter lost in their kiss, his arms coming up to remain pinned above his head. Unlike when he had recently come around from the blight, however, there was a lot more fight in Ronin this time. He arched his hips against Remi, moaning into his mouth and letting his tongue dance against the other man’s. As the alchemist’s deft fingers found the base of his cock, Ronin inhaled sharply and tried to grind into the much needed touch. Breathlessly drawing back from their kiss, he regarded his husband with eyes like blue fire. ”I want you,” he growled. ”Now.”