the things we hold are always the first to go
”Yes, I do suppose that’s true,” Ronin says through a laugh, letting his husband pull him closer and smiling against the side of his neck. He relaxes completely into the embrace, his own hands drifting over Remi’s chest and torso, sneaking ever lower, and he peers up with a wicked grin.
”No you don’t,” he all but purrs into the Alchemist’s ear. ”Besides, it’s so rare that I’m right compared to you - I need to enjoy these moments when they come around. Now do me a favour, and ask me to use my silver tongue for nefarious means.” Shifting up on one elbow, he leans in to kiss Remi, letting the rest of the night (and whatever noise they might make) be lost in the sound of the monsoon outside.
~FIN
”No you don’t,” he all but purrs into the Alchemist’s ear. ”Besides, it’s so rare that I’m right compared to you - I need to enjoy these moments when they come around. Now do me a favour, and ask me to use my silver tongue for nefarious means.” Shifting up on one elbow, he leans in to kiss Remi, letting the rest of the night (and whatever noise they might make) be lost in the sound of the monsoon outside.
~FIN
