the baffled king composing hallelujah
"We can be naked when we get home. But I want you right now," Ronin grumbles, huffing out a laugh as they begin the awkward and hasty task of shoving down pants and underwear while the rest of the world is still freezing cold all around. He feels like a fumbling adolescent, as if he and Remi are on some heated, frenzied date instead of having been married for years, and it's enough to keep a wild sort of smile on his lips.
He sinks back onto Remi's lap with a sharp inhale, glancing over his shoulder to arch a coy eyebrow, as of to ask what the occasion is (referring, of course, to the size of his excitement). Still, Ronin had been serious about his near dizzying need for the other man, and he shifts enough that the Lullaby might tease against him, his lips parting in a shivering inhale. "Fuck, you feel good."
He sinks back onto Remi's lap with a sharp inhale, glancing over his shoulder to arch a coy eyebrow, as of to ask what the occasion is (referring, of course, to the size of his excitement). Still, Ronin had been serious about his near dizzying need for the other man, and he shifts enough that the Lullaby might tease against him, his lips parting in a shivering inhale. "Fuck, you feel good."
