there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Hygiene and propriety can take a backseat to Ronin's wants right now, thank you very much, and his lips part to gasp into their kiss at the way they are close but nowhere near close enough. He has to peel himself out of his shirt even as Remi claws away his belt, and fingers caked in mud and sweat tangle roughly in the back of the alchemist's hair. Smiling crookedly, he lifts his hips to try and struggle his way out of his pants.
"You're right, I'm pretty careless. And you'd have been egging me on to burn them all off anyway," he says breathlessly, leaning in to kiss along the line of his jaw, however caked in mud it might be. "I love you," he mumbles. "And I don't care where we are - I'm going to let this whole place know it while you fuck me."
"You're right, I'm pretty careless. And you'd have been egging me on to burn them all off anyway," he says breathlessly, leaning in to kiss along the line of his jaw, however caked in mud it might be. "I love you," he mumbles. "And I don't care where we are - I'm going to let this whole place know it while you fuck me."
RONIN
