this madness of now

"Need, want, it's all the same right now, isn't it?" Ronin tilted his head coyly, only to bark out a laugh at Remi's assumption about romance. "Hey, you asked why I was still wearing pants. A guy gets used to them dissolving when they get inconvenient after a while - nothing romantic about that." Still, he rose easily to his feet to allow the alchemist to relieve him of his clothing; and what a relief it was, Ronin hissing out a breath as his erection was finally freed. Hands brushing across Remi's waist, the hunter had to stop himself from falling back or pushing forward as his husband stepped in to meet him, and only the sudden feeling of earth behind him did anything to prevent him from falling over. Instead, with dark laughter, Ronin melted against the natural support, tugging his husband along with him and leaning in now to bite at Remi's lower lip. The clear expectation was that they wouldn't waste any further time, emphasised by Ronin's hand reaching down to wrap a strong hand around both of their lengths, stroking out an impatient rhythm. If that wasn't indication enough, Remi would feel another body, all of a sudden, pressing warm against his back, and another Ronin kissing and nipping at his neck. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.