I will fight the end
Ronin met Remi's frustrated kiss eagerly - he was not so iron-willed that he could completely hide his own excitement - though he couldn't help but chuckle as they parted, gazing upon his partner with eyes dark and hooded with lust. "Wouldn't want that, would we?" he said, the implication of Remi leaving making the exact point he imagined the alchemist wanted it to. Finally releasing his husband, Ronin's hands drifted back down, ghosting across Remi's hips and ass and thighs.
An act of strength and acrobatics on both of their parts, at least this time there was the wagon to brace against, and Ronin pressed his lips to his counterpart's neck as he lifted him up. He adjusted them so that the hard, hot length of him might press teasingly, invitingly against Remi, until--
and it was with a monumental effort of will for Ronin not to cum then and there--
driving himself forward and burying himself to the hilt. "Fuck," he whispered into Remi's collarbones, his hands flexing beneath the alchemist's thighs, the wagon starting to creak as he withdrew only to thrust forward once more.
An act of strength and acrobatics on both of their parts, at least this time there was the wagon to brace against, and Ronin pressed his lips to his counterpart's neck as he lifted him up. He adjusted them so that the hard, hot length of him might press teasingly, invitingly against Remi, until--
and it was with a monumental effort of will for Ronin not to cum then and there--
driving himself forward and burying himself to the hilt. "Fuck," he whispered into Remi's collarbones, his hands flexing beneath the alchemist's thighs, the wagon starting to creak as he withdrew only to thrust forward once more.
'til the end is here
