you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
If we're relics, then the heralds can bloody well wait, Ronin purrs back through the bond. I'm busy right now, and I plan to be for the rest of the morning. And the rest of the day, if he gets his way about it. Smiling boyishly against Remi's lips as they both struggle to get undressed (Ronin thinks it was something about jungle creatures sneaking under the covers, but he can't be sure), only once they're both free does he stretch himself over the alchemist anew.
If it is, I hope they don't expect me to play nice with the others. I'll be busy with you, he mumbles, bracing one arm over Remi's head for no other reason than he can better grind his hips down against the other man's. Nipping at his lower lip as he draws back, breathless and flushed and (obviously) aroused, the Huntsman presses a slow, chaste kiss against the area he's just grazed with his teeth.
"I love you," he whispers.
If it is, I hope they don't expect me to play nice with the others. I'll be busy with you, he mumbles, bracing one arm over Remi's head for no other reason than he can better grind his hips down against the other man's. Nipping at his lower lip as he draws back, breathless and flushed and (obviously) aroused, the Huntsman presses a slow, chaste kiss against the area he's just grazed with his teeth.
"I love you," he whispers.
RONIN
