long shadows

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

The vibrations of Ronin's moan are like music to Remi's skin the way the sound is to his ears, and he allows himself a moment to revel in the heat that plumes upward from low in his belly. It has him wanting to squirm in his seat, to reach for Ronin's hand and shove it between his own thighs, or to upend the table altogether and roughly press his husband against the wall. Doing none of these things, Remi instead grins wickedly against Ronin's lips, not needing to shrug his boyish satisfaction when pulsing it through the attuned bond is so much easier.

Feeling the shape of his husband's arousal beneath his fingers and the heat of him against his palm has Remi's lips stuttering into their kiss. Like a wildfire the alchemist's cheeks grow hot and his own pants start to feel quite uncomfortable, as he imagines the contrast of his husband's warm body naked against his own, pressed against the cool panes of the window on the other side of the table.  "Gods I want you." Remi's voice is nothing more than a ragged whisper, as his fingers curl around the bulge in his husband's pants and his hand begins to move up and down ever so slightly.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)