you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me ”Then maybe you’ll have to offer up your neck instead of your very skilled tongue,” Ronin suggests for Nate, the words all but mumbled into Remi’s mouth. ”And you can always rope in help when it comes to the ladies.” Marriage is an exercise in sharing after all, is it not? Unfortunately, as the alchemist may have already guessed, Ronin is not in a sharing mood right this moment. He might have had sex recently but the Star can always count on his partner to rile him up, his fingers splayed against Remi’s lower back to keep the pressure building between them while his tongue writes music against the other man’s. He doesn’t know when he managed to back Remi up against the other side of the springs, but once he’s there he finally draws back from their kiss enough to meet the Lullaby’s gaze. ”Where’d you want me?” he whispers.