the lullaby
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
Flashes of blue and crimson cheeks seem to be blotted out by the combined sounds of their breathing as well as Ronin's continued thrusts. His senses blur together and overlap, until everything becomes to seamless and singularly bright that Ronin's half-finished warning might as well have come from his own lips.
Pushing his hips down to gain what little friction is needed to send him over the edge, Remi reaches up with both hands to cup Ronin's face in his hands. He means to kiss the Star, but he's too late; Remi's orgasm makes his mind go blank as his body tenses and stills in the onslaught of pleasure.
That his eyes have closed, that he's panting against the Star's lips or that his fingertips have pressed against Ronin's temple and jaw, is not something Remi will notice for a few moments. Consciousness descends on him like a shutter being slowly opened to let the sun back in, and Remi finds himself blinking stupidly as sensation reappears in fits and starts. He can't feel the mess he's made between them, but he can feel the rise of Ronin's stomach against his own. He isn't aware of whether or not the projection is still behind him, but he can feel the phantom pressure of where fingers had grasped at his hips. He isn't sure how loudly he's breathing, but he knows that he's never been more in love.
"We...." Leaning up slightly if only so that he's able to properly take in all of Ronin's face, rather than just his nose and the curve of his lips. "...are terrible parents." That had been anything but subtle, or silent. "And also we've broken our bed. Well. You have broken our bed." Gods, how much Remi loves this man.
Pushing his hips down to gain what little friction is needed to send him over the edge, Remi reaches up with both hands to cup Ronin's face in his hands. He means to kiss the Star, but he's too late; Remi's orgasm makes his mind go blank as his body tenses and stills in the onslaught of pleasure.
That his eyes have closed, that he's panting against the Star's lips or that his fingertips have pressed against Ronin's temple and jaw, is not something Remi will notice for a few moments. Consciousness descends on him like a shutter being slowly opened to let the sun back in, and Remi finds himself blinking stupidly as sensation reappears in fits and starts. He can't feel the mess he's made between them, but he can feel the rise of Ronin's stomach against his own. He isn't aware of whether or not the projection is still behind him, but he can feel the phantom pressure of where fingers had grasped at his hips. He isn't sure how loudly he's breathing, but he knows that he's never been more in love.
"We...." Leaning up slightly if only so that he's able to properly take in all of Ronin's face, rather than just his nose and the curve of his lips. "...are terrible parents." That had been anything but subtle, or silent. "And also we've broken our bed. Well. You have broken our bed." Gods, how much Remi loves this man.
and these nights I miss you most
my heart is yours to break
my heart is yours to break
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
