Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Oof, low cut shirts? I'll be swooning if you aren't careful," Ronin quips, though very quickly he's becoming entirely uninterested in their banter and more focused on the here and now. Which is probably a good thing, because Remi leaves himself wide open for sass with his comment about his hair. Ah, well.
Drawn over the wendigo all too willingly, Ronin's lips are just as soft but markedly more passionate this time, and he adjusts to let himself sink into the other man, letting their hips come together at a grinding, teasing angle. Breathless at the sensation as well at having his lips stolen, he braces an arm over Remi while the other grazes down his side.
"We'll go slow," he murmurs, barely having to whisper even with the other man's human senses. "And only as far as you want to." Which, given the moment, the whiskey, the time limit... yeah, Ronin isn't convinced either.
Drawn over the wendigo all too willingly, Ronin's lips are just as soft but markedly more passionate this time, and he adjusts to let himself sink into the other man, letting their hips come together at a grinding, teasing angle. Breathless at the sensation as well at having his lips stolen, he braces an arm over Remi while the other grazes down his side.
"We'll go slow," he murmurs, barely having to whisper even with the other man's human senses. "And only as far as you want to." Which, given the moment, the whiskey, the time limit... yeah, Ronin isn't convinced either.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
