Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
More than happy to settle beneath the other man, Ronin is still a little befuddled right up until Remi starts to idly stroke the length of their cocks, and his shivered inhale is one of impatience and pleasure rolled into one. "I don't think there's a part of either of us that isn't tense," he points out, though whatever words he's about to say next remain locked behind his teeth as surprisingly strong fingers sink into his thigh muscles.
"Fuck," he hisses out, arching against the mattress in an effort not to so visibly squirm under the other man's ministrations. It's been an age and then some, it feels, since Ronin had someone else's hands on him, and while he wants to ask the obvious - what's happened? are things okay? are you hurt? - all of it takes a backseat to the wendigo's touch.
"Fuck," he hisses out, arching against the mattress in an effort not to so visibly squirm under the other man's ministrations. It's been an age and then some, it feels, since Ronin had someone else's hands on him, and while he wants to ask the obvious - what's happened? are things okay? are you hurt? - all of it takes a backseat to the wendigo's touch.
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
