I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin lives for these moments, in truth, and since coming to Stormbreak it feels as though he's been spoiled by them. For all of the war, violence and grief that seems to dog their heels, it's no surprise that a stolen kiss in a school library is enough to kindle heat in their bellies. This isn't sex to drag a veil over their problems, no - this is sex for the sake of having fun, and gods if Ronin isn't here for it and then some. Remi's words vibrate somewhere near his ear, drawing a hum of hasty need from the Star's throat.
And he'd help to unfasten buckles and buttons, honestly, if he wasn't so busy with everything his husband is or has to offer. Alas, Remi will find it an uphill battle to take off Ronin's belt, because the Star is already trying to fondle the alchemist's backside through his pants, and his free hand seeks out soft curls and a strong jawline. "Mm, sorry," he whispers eventually through a laugh he tries to keep caged at the back of his throat; because it can't be anything other than blissfully funny, to find it so difficult to be apart from Remi even for long enough to make things much more enjoyable.
His body objects to him creating distance between them, but Ronin (reluctantly) moves back enough that he might stop being an obstacle. Only when he's managed to help free them from the confines of their clothes does he move in again, panting a breath of anticipation against Remi's neck and grinding up against him as if to test whether the shelving will hold whatever acrobatics he has in mind.
And he'd help to unfasten buckles and buttons, honestly, if he wasn't so busy with everything his husband is or has to offer. Alas, Remi will find it an uphill battle to take off Ronin's belt, because the Star is already trying to fondle the alchemist's backside through his pants, and his free hand seeks out soft curls and a strong jawline. "Mm, sorry," he whispers eventually through a laugh he tries to keep caged at the back of his throat; because it can't be anything other than blissfully funny, to find it so difficult to be apart from Remi even for long enough to make things much more enjoyable.
His body objects to him creating distance between them, but Ronin (reluctantly) moves back enough that he might stop being an obstacle. Only when he's managed to help free them from the confines of their clothes does he move in again, panting a breath of anticipation against Remi's neck and grinding up against him as if to test whether the shelving will hold whatever acrobatics he has in mind.
RONIN
