I will fight the end
"I love you," Ronin whispered back like it was a challenge, the hunter grinning stupidly in the moonlight; if they were to both disappear forever here, in this perfect moment, he wouldn't care at all. At some point, though, the wagon had appeared again, and Ronin's laughter echoed wickedly around their little camp.
Capturing Remi's lips anew, he leaned in, his hands sliding past his husband's hips that he might lift him up, allowing the other man to wrap his legs around his waist. The friction would be deliciously unbearable, and Ronin's tongue was far too occupied to voice as much. Instead, a needy growl would thrum up in his throat as he stumbled towards the side of the wagon.
Bracing Remi's back against the wooden boards, he squeezed the alchemist's thighs and fumbled for the buttons on his pants, enjoying the playful frustration of the moment while simultaneously hating it too.
Capturing Remi's lips anew, he leaned in, his hands sliding past his husband's hips that he might lift him up, allowing the other man to wrap his legs around his waist. The friction would be deliciously unbearable, and Ronin's tongue was far too occupied to voice as much. Instead, a needy growl would thrum up in his throat as he stumbled towards the side of the wagon.
Bracing Remi's back against the wooden boards, he squeezed the alchemist's thighs and fumbled for the buttons on his pants, enjoying the playful frustration of the moment while simultaneously hating it too.
'til the end is here
