shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Gasping a hot breath against Remi's neck at the press and grind of their bodies and the feel of the alchemist's hands dragging across his bare skin, Ronin delivered a gentle kiss in the crease of Remi's jaw before straightening up. With blue eyes as bright and wicked as they ever had been, Ronin shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I don't care," he said, grinning before surging forward to kiss his husband with renewed energy. The slow burn of their passion was deliciously teasing, but with Remi's legs pinned around him it would be difficult for the other man not to feel Ronin's arousal building between them. The hunter's busy fingers were working on relieving Remi of his own shirt now, drawing it over his head so he could lavish attention across his neck and shoulders and chest, tongue and teeth caressing anywhere his hands didn't. "Why?" he mumbled, as if he could continue their conversation with ease whilst doing other things. "Worried we'll ruin our reputation?"