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Ronin moaned his approval into hungry kisses as hands more dexterous than his own (for now, anyways) made short work of his shirt and went to roaming across his chest and abdomen. Every touch set him ablaze, or at least that was how it felt; a combination, he supposed, of being a star for the better part of a season, and the thrill of having Remi so close. The alchemist - gentle but not, shy but not, boyish but definitely not - all but consumed his senses, and he was thoroughly enjoying his first exploration of the body beneath his hands when a tug at his hair forced him to take a breath and think. Ronin regarded the other man with blue eyes hazed as much by passion as by alcohol, and he arched an eyebrow as if to ask what Remi wanted, fighting to catch his own breath. Eventually he smiled, leaning in to press his lips against the curve of Remi's jaw, giving him time to find his voice if he wanted to, but in the meantime keeping himself busy. ronin the long and lonesome road