I will fight the end
"You are," Ronin reminds Remi, his tone a little reproachful even with the heat making it rough and low. Granted, for a man resisting arrest, Ronin is doing very little of it himself, his blue eyes flicking down to check what the commoner is doing with his belt before all of a sudden there's a warm, skilled hand around his cock and the moan that escapes his throat is (luckily) swallowed up by the distant sound of the crowd.
(For Remi though, he imagines, it's a very intimate sound indeed.)
"Gods," he hisses, as if to blame them for what's about to happen, Ronin happy to throw himself fully into the fantasy if it keeps them in this position - and hopefully some much more interesting ones. Kissing Remi with force enough to back him up against the wall again, Ronin's body acts as a cage around the commoner's, and fuck if he can't help the way he arcs into the fingers wrapped around him, the pleasure it sends whipcracking up the length of his spine.
(For Remi though, he imagines, it's a very intimate sound indeed.)
"Gods," he hisses, as if to blame them for what's about to happen, Ronin happy to throw himself fully into the fantasy if it keeps them in this position - and hopefully some much more interesting ones. Kissing Remi with force enough to back him up against the wall again, Ronin's body acts as a cage around the commoner's, and fuck if he can't help the way he arcs into the fingers wrapped around him, the pleasure it sends whipcracking up the length of his spine.
'til the end is here
