RONIN
the supernova
"That doesn't sound right. You must have been in someone else's dreams." Ronin's protests come on the heels of soft laughter and warm breath against Remi's chest, the Nova chasing his own kisses slowly back up towards his lover's mouth. He hums a note of agreement about Sunjata and his slice of heaven, though the Flood's name sails in one ear and out the other without catching.
The travelling tongue, on the other hand, ignites like a fuse down the length of Ronin's spine, and its with an inhale in the shape of a wicked smile that the Nova's fingers press against Remi's back, inviting his hips to tilt up and into the length of his body. "That," he says, "is naughty."
Letting his weight sink indulgently against the other man, Ronin reaches the Lullaby's lips again not a moment too soon. His kisses are unhurried and adoring, as if he might write their favourite proverb against his husband's tongue without pausing for breath.
The travelling tongue, on the other hand, ignites like a fuse down the length of Ronin's spine, and its with an inhale in the shape of a wicked smile that the Nova's fingers press against Remi's back, inviting his hips to tilt up and into the length of his body. "That," he says, "is naughty."
Letting his weight sink indulgently against the other man, Ronin reaches the Lullaby's lips again not a moment too soon. His kisses are unhurried and adoring, as if he might write their favourite proverb against his husband's tongue without pausing for breath.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
