I will fight the end
It surprised Ronin, just how much he wanted Remi in that moment on the beach; his shirt dissolved into petals and drew a breathless laugh from his throat, like he never thought anything as sweet or playful would happen to them again, and the heat of their bodies quickly felt as though it was reaching fever pitch. His hand slid beneath Remi’s thigh as the alchemist’s leg curled around him, hitching him up to ensure that they were always teasingly close, that the other man would feel the hard press of his erection but as of yet be able to do very little about it.
Quite when fractals of light had begun to spark and beam from him was quite beyond Ronin, but gods if he didn’t give a fuck between the taste of Remi in his mouth, the fire in his belly and the ache for more that throbbed insistently further south. It was that impatience that finally forced Ronin to part from his husband, shifting back into his knees with Remi’s leg still hooked about him. Through hooded eyes he watched the other man; there was a different sort of madness in him now, one that wanted to devour Remi whole, to love and savour every inch, every whisper of touch.
”Come on,” he mumbled. ”What I have planned is too good for a blanket on the beach.”
Quite when fractals of light had begun to spark and beam from him was quite beyond Ronin, but gods if he didn’t give a fuck between the taste of Remi in his mouth, the fire in his belly and the ache for more that throbbed insistently further south. It was that impatience that finally forced Ronin to part from his husband, shifting back into his knees with Remi’s leg still hooked about him. Through hooded eyes he watched the other man; there was a different sort of madness in him now, one that wanted to devour Remi whole, to love and savour every inch, every whisper of touch.
”Come on,” he mumbled. ”What I have planned is too good for a blanket on the beach.”
'til the end is here
