Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
It does more than fuel him on, and there will be bruises on Ronin's neck to show for this tomorrow that he'll have to blame on some monster or prostitute or something, not that he cares. Barely having the sense to catch himself on one forearm braced against the pillows, the hunter rides out each crackle of ecstasy with the snap of Remi's hips against him and a low, indulgent moan.
As the other man sags against him they both go down together, Ronin bonelessly collapsing into the bed and trying fruitlessly to pull enough air into his lungs. He can feel Remi's heart galloping against his back, can feel the heat rolling off his skin combined with the flash of cold breath on his neck, and fuck if there's nowhere he'd rather be other than pinned beneath the wendigo right now.
"Fuck, you're good," he whispers into the pillows.
As the other man sags against him they both go down together, Ronin bonelessly collapsing into the bed and trying fruitlessly to pull enough air into his lungs. He can feel Remi's heart galloping against his back, can feel the heat rolling off his skin combined with the flash of cold breath on his neck, and fuck if there's nowhere he'd rather be other than pinned beneath the wendigo right now.
"Fuck, you're good," he whispers into the pillows.
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
