you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me ”I think you would owe the bride or groom oral sex too, in that case. Make it even. An equal gift,” Ronin considers, his fingertips brushing over the deep coral that flushes Remi’s cheeks. The other hand is still busy, however, and Ronin’s lips part in a near silent gasp to see the predator flicker to the surface, mingling with the sweetness of the man he’s come to call his own. ”The fuck they can,” he growls under his breath. ”They can form an orderly line, and wait their turn.” Head tilting to enjoy the feel of tongue and teeth against his ear, Ronin grumbles a note of impatience and lust, his hips rising automatically to press against Remi’s at the same time as his fingers slide into the alchemist’s curls, tightening there. He needs no further encouragement, tugging Remi back to seal his lips in a kiss, surging up in the water to grind further against his husband. Already hard and utterly unwilling to let him go, these will have to be very inventive touches indeed.