long shadows

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

Sighing against Ronin's lips with shaky gratefulness as the torn shirt allows for his hands to roam across his husband's body, Remi takes his cue from the Huntsman and tears himself out of his own shirt as well. Talons and strength make quick work of the buttons which snap defeatedly from the cloth and fall to the floor. "Have me." Remi encourages, feeling the heat in his belly flare as his back meets the wall.

"I've never wanted you more," Remi pants, the words both true but also not. Pressing insistent and bruise-worthy kisses against Ronin's neck, Remi's hips pull back just enough to let his fingers fumble between their bodies to unbutton Ronin's pants. Casting a cursory glance around the bathroom to see what might support them, Remi quickly decides that only the walls are likely strong enough, though his gaze does linger on the mirror that sits above the sink casting back his stare almost suggestively.

With the pressure removed, Remi slides a hand down the front of Ronin's pants to grasp his husband's erection with a growl of relief. "I want you to fuck me," Remi pants raggedly. "And I want to watch you do it."

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Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)