you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me It will be a wonder if they haven’t frightened off the rest of their group by this point, not that Ronin’s mind is anywhere near what might be going on in the other parts of the hot springs. Remi makes sure his gratitude is known and in turn Ronin isn’t quiet about assuring the other man about how much he is wanted and craved. Every pulse of hips and flex of muscles coaxes the Star deeper, the alchemist tight around him and dragging him relentlessly towards orgasm. He can already feel it tugging at the balls of his feet, roaring up the backs of his legs and burning in his core; Remi rides him hard, leaving Ronin bucking up off the nimbus in an effort to match his rhythm. But touch me, he begs, and the Star will never deny a request from his lover if he can help it. Where Remi’s ministrations on his own cock have been soft and slow, Ronin’s fingers wrap around the hard length of him, squeezing and stroking in earnest. ”Fuck, I’m gonna cum—” He barely manages to moan out the words before his climax shatters through him, crackling along nerve endings and leaving him adrift, happily lost and drowning in Remi.