Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
There aren't words to express it - being taken like this, but not forcefully or without consent, and Ronin's fingers flinch around Remi's forearm as he thrusts against him after what feels like an eternity. With lips parted in a silent moan and his eyes pressed shut, the hunter looks almost in pain (though the complete opposite is true), and it's probably a good thing the wendigo can't see his expression for fear that he might stop out of concern.
"You have no idea--" he manages to hiss, his voice rough and pitching with every buck of the other man's hips. No idea how long it's been, no idea how good it feels, no idea how close he can already feel himself coming. "Fuck, just like that--" he whispers, his free hand slipping down to cover Remi's around his cock, as if to plead for faster, tighter, harder. "Don't stop--"
"You have no idea--" he manages to hiss, his voice rough and pitching with every buck of the other man's hips. No idea how long it's been, no idea how good it feels, no idea how close he can already feel himself coming. "Fuck, just like that--" he whispers, his free hand slipping down to cover Remi's around his cock, as if to plead for faster, tighter, harder. "Don't stop--"
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