RONIN
"Then again, perhaps these vampire gourds have put it in a good mood. It might help you just to keep you on your toes," Ronin suggests with a smirk, tilting his head and turning to watch as Remi divebombs their bed. The alchemist is not the only one able to appreciate the view now, and Ronin all but prowls onto the bed after his husband.
"Pumpkin soup?" he echoes, as if Remi's words are clear as a bell. "I remember. I think I was a bit of an idiot and I chucked it in the fire though," he says through a chuckle. All the while, he begins the task of blanketing himself over his husband, but it's not a quick endeavour. He begins by pushing up Remi's shirt, so he can slowly mark kisses along his lower back, creeping upwards.
"Do you want to try and make it again?" he asks. "I imagine it would be another good way to sneak vegetables into Mateo."
"Pumpkin soup?" he echoes, as if Remi's words are clear as a bell. "I remember. I think I was a bit of an idiot and I chucked it in the fire though," he says through a chuckle. All the while, he begins the task of blanketing himself over his husband, but it's not a quick endeavour. He begins by pushing up Remi's shirt, so he can slowly mark kisses along his lower back, creeping upwards.
"Do you want to try and make it again?" he asks. "I imagine it would be another good way to sneak vegetables into Mateo."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
