you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"Baking is difficult," Ronin agrees, letting out a long sigh and rolling a shoulder as the phoenix armour becomes his ordinary clothing once more, and he continues to lavish slow, sweet kisses along Remi's neck and jawline as they chat. As one of the alchemist's hands comes to cover his own, the Huntsman's fingers (the ones that aren't trapped) stray further, teasing around the waistband of his husband's pants.
"Well," he purrs into Remi's ear, "since the first time we had a huge party with pretty much half of Caido there, I thought this time it could be a more intimate affair. Just you and me and the will-o-wisps out at the Crimson Cataract. I could use my dazzle on all our decorations just before we went out there, so it was all glowing..." The same mischievous fingers are unbuttoning Remi's pants by now, naturally.
"Well," he purrs into Remi's ear, "since the first time we had a huge party with pretty much half of Caido there, I thought this time it could be a more intimate affair. Just you and me and the will-o-wisps out at the Crimson Cataract. I could use my dazzle on all our decorations just before we went out there, so it was all glowing..." The same mischievous fingers are unbuttoning Remi's pants by now, naturally.
RONIN
