the cosmos in my coffee

the baffled king composing hallelujah

"It's no fun if I tell you. We'll have to set up a jail and get into the cells and I'll show you how I'd do it," Ronin says with a huff, as if Remi is expecting far too much from him at this time of the morning. (And when it comes to explanations that's true, but as he'll soon find out, the Huntsman is perfectly capable of other things at any time of day). Grinning and letting his hands slip up to squeeze Remi's ass as he arches his back, his nod of agreement is already partially distracted.

"As Ludo's chosen, I wouldn't expect anything less," he croons, and he only shines more brightly when the attention moves to his dazzle. Is it on purpose? Almost definitely, but it also might have everything to do with Remi's smile and the way the morning light is catching on sea-green eyes.

Anything he's about to say - it's definitely Remi's name, by the way - is indeed cut off by the kiss he moans into instead. Ronin's eyes slip shut as he arches and grinds against the other man, cheeks flushing as if he can still feel the phantom dance of words that sound like music against his lips.

Shifting beneath the blankets just enough that he can wrap a leg around the alchemist's waist, Ronin's hands slide back up to plunge into Remi's curls. "Have me," he hears himself whisper. "Slow, until I can't take it any more."