RONIN
the supernova
As though they're a part of some impossible dance, Ronin shifts and moves with the Lullaby almost on autopilot, properly anchoring them against the deck and trying to remember to breathe between the thrust of his hips and the stroke of his hand. There's nothing but this moment, and as ecstasy mounts and builds along the base of his spine, the sun might have turned cold and the wood to ash beneath their bodies for all Ronin cares.
He can do little more than steal a glance at Remi as he feels the threads of his focus begin to unspool, and the mere sight of his husband in the throes of it all is enough and then some to pitch him headfirst into his own orgasm. Trying and failing to bite down on the sound of his pleasure, in the distance, a merchant or two might look up, a little flushed around the ears, before hurriedly returning to their duties.
As for Ronin, it's with vocal chords strained raw and legs all but jelly that he pitches to one side, clasping the Lullaby against him with a desperation that might be mistaken for fear. And in years from now, if the gods permit it, when the Supernova is gone and his body is left bare to the elements, he swears they'll find Remi's admissions of love etched upon his bones; every word, in every language.
He can do little more than steal a glance at Remi as he feels the threads of his focus begin to unspool, and the mere sight of his husband in the throes of it all is enough and then some to pitch him headfirst into his own orgasm. Trying and failing to bite down on the sound of his pleasure, in the distance, a merchant or two might look up, a little flushed around the ears, before hurriedly returning to their duties.
As for Ronin, it's with vocal chords strained raw and legs all but jelly that he pitches to one side, clasping the Lullaby against him with a desperation that might be mistaken for fear. And in years from now, if the gods permit it, when the Supernova is gone and his body is left bare to the elements, he swears they'll find Remi's admissions of love etched upon his bones; every word, in every language.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
