this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It's with a gasp of delight mingled with restraint that Ronin finds himself drawn atop his husband, and the pulse of heat that thrums deep within him is almost impossible to ignore. Immediately he regrets keeping his hands to himself in the kitchen, but fuck if an inconvenient erection is going to stop him from having some quality time with his husband. Quality time that's been severely lacking as of late. So, blanketing Remi with his body, Ronin lavishes kisses that press against the bruises at the alchemist's throat and the marks on his cheek. That goes for the two of us, He assures the other man, drawing back enough to gaze into green eyes that seem to glow in the dim light. "So," he says softly, keen not to let the joy of their proximity get too much in the way of the good habits they're founding. "I'll be honest - I'm torn between a strongly worded letter to Nate, or showing up at the Aumakua and putting him through the wall. But it isn't entirely about me, so what are your thoughts?"