Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
It's rude to talk with one's mouth full, and so Ronin can't exactly ask sorry, what? as music spills from Remi's tongue. He understands enough about tone to figure that he's not doing a bad job at least, choosing to hum a teasing response around the other man's cock as he takes him fully into his mouth.
And while he doesn't realise Remi has said it, the hunter would absolutely agree if he could. Because the answer to the wendigo's question is thin enough when you wish they weren't, and gods if hearing Remi trying his best to stifle his pleasure isn't a turn on, Ronin doesn't know what the fuck is.
Fingers and tongue work dilligently together, and Ronin's free hand does its best to mimic the movements on his own cock, such that he's all but moaning encouragement against Remi as his strokes grow faster and more impatient.
And while he doesn't realise Remi has said it, the hunter would absolutely agree if he could. Because the answer to the wendigo's question is thin enough when you wish they weren't, and gods if hearing Remi trying his best to stifle his pleasure isn't a turn on, Ronin doesn't know what the fuck is.
Fingers and tongue work dilligently together, and Ronin's free hand does its best to mimic the movements on his own cock, such that he's all but moaning encouragement against Remi as his strokes grow faster and more impatient.
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
