you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Even though their strength is almost laughable at this point, their feats of acrobatics nothing short of impressive, there's still something that feels good and right about having nothing to hold onto but each other. Groaning a note of needy satisfaction against the side of Remi's neck, even though every muscle in Ronin's body is screaming for him to surge forward, to take, hard and fast and rough, he refuses to give into that swift oblivion this time around.
It's true that the effort to tease out and prolong their pleasure has sweat beading along his spine moreso than if they'd been mindlessly fucking the morning away, but gods if it isn't worth it. Time seems to slow and warp around them, Ronin gasping a breathless curse into the slope of Remi's shoulders.
It feels like it takes an eternity for the idea to take hold, and when it does, it's with movements that feel languid and blissful that he readjusts Remi's leg from over his shoulder. Stealing a lusty kiss from the alchemist's lips, Ronin's grip around his husband tightens enough that he can lift him from the tangle of blankets and furs to settle him in his lap instead. Touch yourself, he urges with a flick of his tongue and a tilt of his hips that sends pleasure whipcracking through the base of his spine.
It's true that the effort to tease out and prolong their pleasure has sweat beading along his spine moreso than if they'd been mindlessly fucking the morning away, but gods if it isn't worth it. Time seems to slow and warp around them, Ronin gasping a breathless curse into the slope of Remi's shoulders.
It feels like it takes an eternity for the idea to take hold, and when it does, it's with movements that feel languid and blissful that he readjusts Remi's leg from over his shoulder. Stealing a lusty kiss from the alchemist's lips, Ronin's grip around his husband tightens enough that he can lift him from the tangle of blankets and furs to settle him in his lap instead. Touch yourself, he urges with a flick of his tongue and a tilt of his hips that sends pleasure whipcracking through the base of his spine.
RONIN
