even my darkness shines for you
With his game of kiss chase going so remarkably wrong, Ronin is at least able to determine which Remi is the real one, and the alchemist (if he isn't too distracted by touching himself) might notice that the Huntsman under the bed has grown mysteriously silent. Mainly because he isn't there any more. In the meantime, the laundry pile hustles closer, before promptly flinging all garments away to get to his lover.
"Gods, you have no right," Ronin almost purrs into Remi's ear as he sidles up behind him, pressing against his back and slipping his arms around his waist. "Do you have any idea how good you look? It's torture." This, of course, is mumbled through a kiss delivered to the side of his neck, even as one hand slips down as if to join or take over the skilful strokes to his cock.
"Gods, you have no right," Ronin almost purrs into Remi's ear as he sidles up behind him, pressing against his back and slipping his arms around his waist. "Do you have any idea how good you look? It's torture." This, of course, is mumbled through a kiss delivered to the side of his neck, even as one hand slips down as if to join or take over the skilful strokes to his cock.
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