you're the waves at my feet

i kept falling over, i kept looking backward

"But Nate...can't, and...I'm very out of practice with women." Remi says, tilting his head slightly that he might press himself into Ronin's hands. What the Star says next makes the alchemist's stomach flip and his heart race, a feeling echoed on Ronin's hand even as it wanders over Remi's body. There is something appealing about the openness of their relationship—Remi would be lying if he didn't find it thrilling to think of and imagine his husband in the company of others—but there is a special kind of arousal that comes from being singularly wanted, despite having many to choose from.

Breath hitching in his throat from the pressure of Ronin's hips deliciously against his own as much as from the sounds coming from the Star's lips, the alchemist's back arcs into the huntsman as his curls are tugged and his lips captured. Pressed together as they are, their erections skewed and frustratingly pinned against their stomachs, Remi drags in a ragged breath against Ronin's lips as he hitches his hips forward. It's clumsy and almost juvenile, the way Remi's need to keep Ronin close is at odds with all the positions he knows will work better. But he doesn't care.

Ronin is here, and it's all real, and while the huntsman has had sex recently, the alchemist has not. Wound up as he is already, each thrust of his hips against his husband is enough to send shivers streaking up from the base of his spine, his toes curling against the rocky floor on which they stand.

i went broke believing that the simple should be hard

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