arms give away your need
With a soft laugh, Ronin shifts to hold himself over his husband, his soft kisses drifting down onto the alchemist’s neck. He’s almost infuriatingly chaste in his exploration of the man he knows so well, leaving the Lullaby perfectly clothed as his hands wander. Fingers search against fabric for the contours of his body, pressing him up and closer while he tugs the collar of Remi’s shirt away with his teeth. Nibbling at his collarbone, Ronin hums a note of deep satisfaction.
”You sure you want to do this?” he rumbles, on the verge of laughter. ”I don’t want to get over invested like last time.” He can laugh about it now, about their failed attempt to enjoy themselves in the icy dreamscape. Whatever Remi’s answer, he’ll still start to unbutton his husband’s shirt, slow and deliberate, despite the plethora of things he might imagine.
”You sure you want to do this?” he rumbles, on the verge of laughter. ”I don’t want to get over invested like last time.” He can laugh about it now, about their failed attempt to enjoy themselves in the icy dreamscape. Whatever Remi’s answer, he’ll still start to unbutton his husband’s shirt, slow and deliberate, despite the plethora of things he might imagine.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
