shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving There was no part of Ronin that wanted or needed to be coy around Remi, and so as his husband’s fingers worked against his aching erection, the guildmaster made no attempt to hide his pleasure. Every breathless gasp or catch of breath was all for Remi, and he groaned his impatience in response to he alchemist’s challenge. With a final buck of his hips into the other man’s skilled touch, Ronin tensed and lurched up in an attempt to flip their positions. He had every intention of having all that Remi could offer him, and as he held himself over him it was with a sense of eager enthusiasm that his lips crashed down upon the other man’s. A distracted hand squeezed along Remi’s thigh with no small hint of possessiveness, hitching it up to hook his leg over Ronin’s shoulder. ”I love you,” he managed, his words gruff and heated, before he pressed himself (conveniently lubricated, as it turned out) slowly and teasingly inside his partner.