I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Oh, is that so...?" Ronin almost purrs into Remi's ear, absolutely giving not one single fuck about whatever Ludo has said and why. The Lullaby has stoked the fires in his belly again, and he can't be blamed for whatever might happen (or at least start to happen) on this bench in public.
Except that isn't what happens at all.
Like ice water thrown directly onto his crotch, Ronin's arousal entirely disappears, as does most of the colour from his face. He freezes, even as Remi nuzzles himself closer, until he's suddenly and actively winding his arms around the alchemist. The kisses he scatters across Remi's cheeks are almost desperately gentle, and he shudders out an unhappy sigh.
"I don't want to," he mutters. "Do I have to?" Because he will - of course he will. He can't say no to Remi. But he doesn't have to be pleased about it.
Except that isn't what happens at all.
Like ice water thrown directly onto his crotch, Ronin's arousal entirely disappears, as does most of the colour from his face. He freezes, even as Remi nuzzles himself closer, until he's suddenly and actively winding his arms around the alchemist. The kisses he scatters across Remi's cheeks are almost desperately gentle, and he shudders out an unhappy sigh.
"I don't want to," he mutters. "Do I have to?" Because he will - of course he will. He can't say no to Remi. But he doesn't have to be pleased about it.
RONIN
