this madness of now

Whilst the sounds of encouragement might die on his tongue no sooner had they appeared, Ronin took whatever he could get, coaxing Remi forward and further into his hot and waiting mouth. It was easy to lose himself in the carnal pleasure of this moment above all others; why would he want to be anywhere else, when all that lay outside this imagined sanctuary was destruction? Reminding himself to breathe through his nose, the hunter took the alchemist in his entirety, but he was nonetheless slow and thorough. As requested, of course. Only as the broken words reached his ears did he draw back, grasping his lover's hard length in a firm, warm grip and flashing a truly wicked grin up at Remi. "I was a little busy, if you hadn't noticed," he panted, trying to ignore the acute and delicious ache straining against his pants. "Besides, by now they've normally dissolved into petals or leaves or whatnot. Come on, slacker." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.