RONIN
In a breathless moment the alchemist has surged up and away from him, leaving parts of Ronin relieved and other parts furious. It's only the removal of his husband's shirt that lets him know Remi has no intention of stopping (or, gods forbid, leaving), and he meets the kiss that comes crashing down onto his lips with equal passion. It's a fight that continues now that the more obvious chase has concluded, all teeth and tongue and an unfair amount of fabric between them.
But Remi reduces that by degrees, leaving Ronin moaning into his mouth as claws sneak beneath his belt line, and his fingers chase up the length of the manticore's back in turn. The fingers of one hand eventually find themselves buried in curls, the other fighting for space between their bodies so he might unbutton Remi's pants. There's a tether between them that promises no (serious) harm, forged out of love and trust. But this isn't about love right now - this is just gratification.
But Remi reduces that by degrees, leaving Ronin moaning into his mouth as claws sneak beneath his belt line, and his fingers chase up the length of the manticore's back in turn. The fingers of one hand eventually find themselves buried in curls, the other fighting for space between their bodies so he might unbutton Remi's pants. There's a tether between them that promises no (serious) harm, forged out of love and trust. But this isn't about love right now - this is just gratification.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
