I swear I still believe but I don't know
With fingers in his hair and the thrum of a heartbeat against his hand, Ronin loses himself completely to this. The hand gliding down over Remi’s stomach finally reaches its destination, gripping the base of his cock and squeezing, as if to hold them both in place - not that it will do much good. Ronin is drowning and happily so, gripped by pleasure and the anticipation of more to come, if he would only end their torture. Panting unsteadily against his husband’s neck, his free hand comes up to grip Remi’s bicep as it claws at the headboard, grateful for the leverage.
A shaky laugh escapes his throat as the Alchemist’s words reach him, a faint and distant sound against the rain, tapering off into a moan as he finally gives in, finally rocks forward, thrusting deeper if possible. Heat explodes in him in response, Ronin hissing in his next breath and fighting against instinct. He knows that to go too quickly is to race to the finish line - and Ronin doesn’t want this to end. So he fucks Remi slowly, thoroughly, completely, his hand moving in tandem with his hips to lavish the Alchemist with as much attention as he’d been given earlier.
A shaky laugh escapes his throat as the Alchemist’s words reach him, a faint and distant sound against the rain, tapering off into a moan as he finally gives in, finally rocks forward, thrusting deeper if possible. Heat explodes in him in response, Ronin hissing in his next breath and fighting against instinct. He knows that to go too quickly is to race to the finish line - and Ronin doesn’t want this to end. So he fucks Remi slowly, thoroughly, completely, his hand moving in tandem with his hips to lavish the Alchemist with as much attention as he’d been given earlier.
the dark star
