I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
With breath kept hushed and stifled to prevent anyone nearby from hearing them and a flutter of wings to shield them from view, Ronin can already feel a smile tugging at his lips. He's just about able to kiss Remi one more time before the alchemist is leaning away, his legs wrapped about Ronin's hips, positioned just so in a way that steals the Star's breath. The pound of his heart is a drumbeat that he's sure everyone else in the Collegium can hear, and as his husband's voice echoes a command that's reflected by the look in his eyes, Ronin is already lost tot he moment.
My pleasure, he almost growls through their Attuned bond, and as he tilts his hips forward and enters the alchemist, he's already simultaneously pressing his lips against his throat. Never has he had to be so careful in keeping the groan of pleasure that wants to escape his lips held back, and so instead Remi will get every spark and warble of it through his emotions. Gods, you feel so good. Is Ronin aware that he's pushing a few books towards the very edges of the shelf with each thrust forward? Does he care?
That's a no on both counts.
My pleasure, he almost growls through their Attuned bond, and as he tilts his hips forward and enters the alchemist, he's already simultaneously pressing his lips against his throat. Never has he had to be so careful in keeping the groan of pleasure that wants to escape his lips held back, and so instead Remi will get every spark and warble of it through his emotions. Gods, you feel so good. Is Ronin aware that he's pushing a few books towards the very edges of the shelf with each thrust forward? Does he care?
That's a no on both counts.
RONIN
