Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Ronin's words melt into little more than breathless moans of encouragement as Remi gives him exactly what he wants, the hunter malleable and yet managing to act as an anchor against the other man's thrusts. His hand strokes a quick, hard rhythm against his cock that is not at all in tune with the motion of Remi's hips, and gods if it isn't driving him fucking wild. "Just like that--" he manages through a hiccup of breath, the words broken and tight with rising pleasure.
The beginnings of his orgasm don't creep up on him this time, but instead appear rather suddenly, like an unexpected visitor at the door. Ronin fails to articulate it other than by sagging forward against the hand around his throat, his fingers flinching against Remi's as he coaxes himself towards climax.
The beginnings of his orgasm don't creep up on him this time, but instead appear rather suddenly, like an unexpected visitor at the door. Ronin fails to articulate it other than by sagging forward against the hand around his throat, his fingers flinching against Remi's as he coaxes himself towards climax.
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
