[SE] hark the heralds

RONIN

It's true - that they have to work for this makes it all the sweeter, and it would be a lie to say that Ronin wasn't feeding other snippets of what could be through their Attuned bond. Images of the completed hotspring, of sweat beading on skin already hot and wet; the snows melting and Deepfrost becoming Flowerbirth, and taking tumbles on the freshly sprouted grasses. He takes them through cozy romps beneath their sheets all the way to extravagant nights away in the Halenani, and gods if it isn't enough compared to right here and right now.

"I love being the one to put that look on your face," he growls breathlessly, and there's no resistance as he's dragged closer, pinning the alchemist's erection between them. With his lips sealed against Remi's and a surge of heat that feels as if it travels all the way from the base of his cock up into the back of his throat, Ronin steadily feels control slipping from his grasp. With pleasure, he assures the other man, though it's punctuated by a groan of something animalistic that might or might not have escaped his throat.

Abandoning himself to the pulse and rhythm of Remi's body, Ronin's thrusts are punctuated by snatches of breath and bruising kisses, until he can no longer hold himself back from the brink. He cums with snow in his hair and Remi's name on his lips, and if he tastes blood, it could be either of theirs at this point.

soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl