long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin's smile turns sunny and entirely smug, and he gives Remi's ass another squeeze for his trouble. "I can't help myself," he says, finding himself far too enamoured to pretend to tease his husband. "Every time I'm with you, I'm torn between wanting to show you off to everyone we meet, and wanting to have my hands and my mouth all over you. I'm making life difficult for both of us." They saunter out of the houseboat together and into the starlight, Ronin freeing his hand from Remi's pocket that the alchemist might swing them together, a gesture which he does absolutely nothing to prevent. "Ooooh, now that's difficult," he hisses in a breath, wrinkling his nose. "So if you choose one or the other, do you get to have all types of that drink? Or am I choosing one specific wine or whiskey to have for the rest of my life? Because my gut wants to go with wine. What about you? If you could only have wine or gin forever, what would it be?"