I will fight the end
Laughing wickedly into their kiss as Remi grabbed the lip of the wagon for leverage, Ronin finally managed to free himself from the confines of his pants, a groan rumbling up in his throat as the hard and aching length of him pressed against his husband's belly. "I don't think I have," he said breathlessly, lips pressed to the shell of Remi's ear; not that he was aiming to punish, not in any sense of the word. But he'd only have made his point when he showed - and showed thoroughly - exactly what the two of them were missing.
Letting Remi down to stand, if only so his roaming fingers could deal with the other man's pants now, Ronin's kisses had drifted to the line of the alchemist's jaw, to the soft and scarred flesh of his neck, to his collarbones. At last there was nothing between them but each other, one of the hunter's hands moved back up in an attempt to pin Remi's back above his head. Their bodies pressed together, a deliciously growing heat in the relative cool of the Longheat night, and Ronin's other hand gathered both of their lengths together, squeezing and stroking in a rhythm just a bit too slow for proper release or enjoyment.
Letting Remi down to stand, if only so his roaming fingers could deal with the other man's pants now, Ronin's kisses had drifted to the line of the alchemist's jaw, to the soft and scarred flesh of his neck, to his collarbones. At last there was nothing between them but each other, one of the hunter's hands moved back up in an attempt to pin Remi's back above his head. Their bodies pressed together, a deliciously growing heat in the relative cool of the Longheat night, and Ronin's other hand gathered both of their lengths together, squeezing and stroking in a rhythm just a bit too slow for proper release or enjoyment.
'til the end is here
