I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"You're right. I'm not," Ronin admits, his voice barely more than a purr as he's caught in the green of Remi's gaze. Both flushed and flustered, Ronin keeps expecting to hear Cian's curt voice cut through the shelves, or some stuffy librarian clearing their throat. But of course there's none of that (and even if there was, he's not sure it would stop them), and so as they're finally free to pursue their antics, Ronin responds to Remi's silent questioning with a wicked grin.
"Might make a mess if we aren't careful," he says, which sounds a lot better than we might make a mess if I fuck you from behind against these bookshelves. So Ronin leans in and kisses the alchemist again, his hands sliding to his hips. His fingers slip beneath one of Remi's thighs, as if to encourage him to wrap his legs around his waist; there's nothing urgent or frantic in his movements, but there's no doubt that what's about to occur is only going to be possible because of the physical impossibilities of the two men.
"Might make a mess if we aren't careful," he says, which sounds a lot better than we might make a mess if I fuck you from behind against these bookshelves. So Ronin leans in and kisses the alchemist again, his hands sliding to his hips. His fingers slip beneath one of Remi's thighs, as if to encourage him to wrap his legs around his waist; there's nothing urgent or frantic in his movements, but there's no doubt that what's about to occur is only going to be possible because of the physical impossibilities of the two men.
RONIN
