I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
At least both of Ronin's eyes are open to admire the mischievous approach of his husband, though in the direct sunlight they seem more like suspicious shards of blue glass than anything else. Following the honey and its drizzly pathway, he resists the urge to open his mouth and ruin Remi's romance, instead leaning in to meet warm lips and a hot tongue, indulging in the sweetness of the moment in every way possible.
Grumbling and hastily adjusting himself - Remi knows exactly what he's up to, the shit - Ronin scoffs and hooks at his husband's chair with a foot to drag it closer. "On the contrary," he mumbles, scooting so he can reach for the rock hard planes of muscle of the alchemist's shoulders, "I am just getting started with you today."
Pausing to knock back his whiskey, Ronin tends to his task with all the diligence and care one might expect from a demigod of stars, of life, though he'd be lying if he wasn't trying to tease out at least a small moan of pleasure from Remi. It's not like they're the only couple canoodling in the Hanged Man - sequestered away at corner tables or lounging in the sand, they're absolutely not the first to get up to shenanigans.
Grumbling and hastily adjusting himself - Remi knows exactly what he's up to, the shit - Ronin scoffs and hooks at his husband's chair with a foot to drag it closer. "On the contrary," he mumbles, scooting so he can reach for the rock hard planes of muscle of the alchemist's shoulders, "I am just getting started with you today."
Pausing to knock back his whiskey, Ronin tends to his task with all the diligence and care one might expect from a demigod of stars, of life, though he'd be lying if he wasn't trying to tease out at least a small moan of pleasure from Remi. It's not like they're the only couple canoodling in the Hanged Man - sequestered away at corner tables or lounging in the sand, they're absolutely not the first to get up to shenanigans.
RONIN
