you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me There’s part of Ronin that wants to go too far, sometimes, to tease out all of the darkest parts of his husband. He’s seen the sweetest parts, and he doesn’t fear the other side of that coin; indeed, it’s precisely that side which has him so hot under the collar right now (if he were wearing a shirt). His soft moan is lost in the steam, his fingers growing slack in Remi’s curls, as if to surrender himself entirely to the Lullaby’s teeth and hands. Between the hard press of their arousal and the delicious heat of the water, he’s entirely captured by the alchemist. Any response he might give is silenced by Remi’s tongue, Ronin all but draped against his husband until the nimbus comes nudging at his lower back. It’s only their combined (and frankly ridiculous) strength that allows the Star to tumble onto the cloud and drag Remi atop him, leaning up to kiss him back with unbridled passion and impatience. ”That’s quite a high bar to set,” he mumbles, his cheeks already flushed by the prospect of it.