and it rains, and rains, and rains

lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground

Remi swallows doing his best to look guilty. It's difficult, with the way the corners of his mouth want to widen into a smile though. "Fleeing? No, not me. I think you mean flying. There wasn't enough room on your cloud so.." Remi looks down to where Ronin has taken his wrists, though his eyes are unfocused on their hands, instead looking at the tanned bits of Ronin's skin he can see in between. "I would never want to make things hard for you." He mumbles with an innocent smile.

"No, I never do." Remi agrees as the Star begins to administer a very specific kind of torture. The Alchemist's biceps tremble with restraint as if he truly is trying to break his husband's grip as his hands are forced over a body that never fails to take his breath away. His eyelashes flutter as heat sweeps through him, collecting in his core and then sinking down into his hips. "Far be it for me to tell you how to do your job.." The Alchemist says in a low breath, pulling in a breath that strives towards restraint but falls short, instead sounding more like a gasp as his fingers are forced to continue their trek.

"What are the chances of me reoffending, if you let me off with just a warning, do you think?"

THE ALCHEMIST

i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around