I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Here," Ronin whispers, a fae glint in his blue eyes and a smile that wants to be wicked curling at his lips, cut off by the way he kisses Remi again. The other man's hips tilt against him, his knuckles growing white against the shelf he's braced against; it wouldn't be wise to sound out his enthusiasm here, so the moan that wants to slip between his lips comes out as a breathless, shuddering sigh instead. No one will see as long as they're quick about it, and honestly, the way this unexpected and clandestine little meeting has gone? Ronin is already riled up enough to make it quick.
His hips rock forward again, Ronin painting pictures of their bodies entwined against the bookshelves behind his eyes, of his projection trying to corral people away with some modicum of normality (and failing, probably). The more he lets himself think about it, the more here sounds perfect. "Can you blame me? Look at you," he mutters, smiling against the alchemist's cheeks and jawline as his kisses move towards Remi's neck.
His hips rock forward again, Ronin painting pictures of their bodies entwined against the bookshelves behind his eyes, of his projection trying to corral people away with some modicum of normality (and failing, probably). The more he lets himself think about it, the more here sounds perfect. "Can you blame me? Look at you," he mutters, smiling against the alchemist's cheeks and jawline as his kisses move towards Remi's neck.
RONIN
