I will fight the end
"Gods, shut the fuck up," Ronin mumbles into Remi's mouth, as if the commoner's sharp tongue is simultaneously a turn on and something he's eager to silence. Nevertheless, gods damn it if Remi isn't utterly correct, and whilst the fumble against the wall is made difficult by their proximity, the fact that they're in public and (he supposes, fine) the number of layers he's still wearing, each not enough stroke against his cock only kindles his pleasure further until it reaches fever pitch.
Ronin will apologise later for ruining Remi's shirt, because it's with a swift and hard yank that he rips it open, sending buttons scattering and exposing the other man's flesh to his lips and fingers. Only as he lets his hands wander properly does the tide of emotion, of reality, finally grip him, and it's with a soft gasp that Ronin meets his husband's lips a second time.
One might think it a shame that the fantasy has to end, but the wave of lust and love, of fire and sweetness that surges through the Nova is second to none, and while his kiss is markedly more gentler, it's also somehow more than.
Ronin will apologise later for ruining Remi's shirt, because it's with a swift and hard yank that he rips it open, sending buttons scattering and exposing the other man's flesh to his lips and fingers. Only as he lets his hands wander properly does the tide of emotion, of reality, finally grip him, and it's with a soft gasp that Ronin meets his husband's lips a second time.
One might think it a shame that the fantasy has to end, but the wave of lust and love, of fire and sweetness that surges through the Nova is second to none, and while his kiss is markedly more gentler, it's also somehow more than.
'til the end is here
