shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Wait? Wait? It was all Ronin could do to force himself to slow down, grumbling an incomprehensible sound of impatience against the side of Remi’s neck. Encapsulated in heat and with a pressure building steadily at the base of his spine, the hunter’s muscles burned and his breath escaped in soft, quick pants. Still, he was able to hear Remi loud and clear, and a quick smile flickered across his lips. His astral projection, eh? Of course he willingly obliged. The sensation - Remi’s mouth coupled with all the rest of him - was unlike anything Ronin had ever experienced before. A moan - startled, surprised and ecstatic - fell from his lips, and he resumed his bucking rhythm with renewed vigour. One hand slipped from where it was cupping Remi’s ass so it could more readily grip his husband’s cock, stroking feverishly in time with tongues and hips and heartbeats. The building pressure became an electric fire that crackled along the very length of him, and Ronin nipped distractedly at the soft flesh of Remi’s thigh, the alchemist’s leg still hooked over his shoulder. ”R...Remi... I...!” He trusted the other man would figure out the rest.