shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving The only problem with teasing, Ronin realised, was that both participants eventually ended up just as impatient and frustrated. Which was inevitably the case as he pressed himself up against Remi, the warm length of the alchemist's body, the low whine in his throat, the nips against Ronin's neck all working in delicious tandem to break his patience. Releasing Remi to drag his hands down the other man's torso, he leant in for a kiss as deep and slow and passionate as any he had delivered thus far. Finally, he stepped back to offer his husband a roguish smile, before disappearing through the kitchen doorway. The cool air against his bare skin made the heat building within him ever more obvious, and he paused on his way upstairs to unbuckle his belt, tossing it - and his pants - down to where he hoped Remi was following. And if Sam and Nate found the trail of their clothing? Good for them.