we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Remi's encouragement is enough to have Ronin's breath stuttering in his throat, and he leans in to indulge the alchemist's requests without any hesitation. Their lips meet in sweetness and passion, one of Ronin's hands still gripping his husband's thigh while the other braces himself upright over him. Their position presses the head of his cock so tantalisingly against Remi that he's forced to break the kiss just to keep his nerve, gasping a note of anticipation against the other man's lips.
Even here he feels as though he needs to make sure that they want to do this, but gods, if they decide to stop now Ronin honestly doesn't know what would happen. "I love you," he whispers to Remi instead, urging himself a little further forward, enough to part his lips in a gasp of pleasure that seems to crackle through him like lightning. "Gods, it's been so long since I felt you like this."
Even here he feels as though he needs to make sure that they want to do this, but gods, if they decide to stop now Ronin honestly doesn't know what would happen. "I love you," he whispers to Remi instead, urging himself a little further forward, enough to part his lips in a gasp of pleasure that seems to crackle through him like lightning. "Gods, it's been so long since I felt you like this."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
