we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin straightens up as Remi swoops in to land, the Star unable to stop the smile on his face to counter his husband’s pout. His gaze wanders up and down the full length of the other man’s body as he approaches, his hands out before him for cuffing, and he already feels heat plunge low in his belly at the implications. ”Indecent exposure, and fleeing from arrest? I’m not sure what we could possibly have to work out, sir,” he says with feigned disappointment, fingers circling Remi’s wrists as if to hold them in place.
It’s a ruse, of course - Ronin neither can nor wants to hold him, but it’s all part of the game. Remi leans in, cheek to cheek, and at the whisper in his ear the Star already feels his cock twitch in anticipation. ”You never do,” he growls out the response, a wicked laugh leaving his lips. Tugging the Alchemist further against him, he guides his hands on an infuriatingly slow journey over his body, taking in every scar, every tattoo, every swell of muscle.
”What am I going to do with you, huh?”
It’s a ruse, of course - Ronin neither can nor wants to hold him, but it’s all part of the game. Remi leans in, cheek to cheek, and at the whisper in his ear the Star already feels his cock twitch in anticipation. ”You never do,” he growls out the response, a wicked laugh leaving his lips. Tugging the Alchemist further against him, he guides his hands on an infuriatingly slow journey over his body, taking in every scar, every tattoo, every swell of muscle.
”What am I going to do with you, huh?”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
