this madness of now

Gazing up at Remi, Ronin took the opportunity to admire the body lingering over him, letting his eyes rake down the alchemist’s chest and stomach and hips, scars be damned. A wickedly playful smile snuck across his face at the difficulty Remi seemed to be having in unfastening his buttons; he could reach out and help, but here in this strange time and place, where desperate lust warred with his lover’s commands, it was easier just to watch it play out. (Enjoyable, too). Strong fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him up and into position, and at the sound of Remi’s voice - slow - Ronin leant eagerly into the touch. Responding with words of his own was nowhere near as satisfying as whatever sounds he could draw from his husband, and even if his skin prickled with heat and his heart hammered and his cock strained against the confines of his pants, this would be worth it. Sliding his hands up the back of Remi’s legs to draw him closer, Ronin’s lips parted around the head of the alchemist’s cock, tongue curling around it, welcoming however much he could take. Slowly, Remi had said, and slowly he would get. Sucking and licking his way down the length of his lover’s erection at a glacial pace, Ronin hummed a note of rough pleasure, intent on allowing the sensation to purr through his throat and outwards. He hoped the noise was clear enough: he could do this all day. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.