even my darkness shines for you
Feeling the sudden urge to paint his husband - to really paint him, capturing all the colours and vibrancy of the moment - Ronin is luckily distracted by exquisite skill of Remi's lips and tongue. Moaning openly into the warm afternoon air, it's with nothing but the Bastion to hold onto that he complies with what's asked of him, his hips rolling forward and into the other man's waiting mouth.
I promise, it's nothing compared to seeing you like this, he thinks back, even his mental voice tight and breathless with pleasure. But you'd better cut this out, or we'll be finger painting before too long. As if to punctuate the point, it's with his fingers tightening briefly in the other man's hair and his hips rocking just a little more roughly for a second or two that Ronin makes himself step back.
Panting softly, his cock twitching its protest at the halt to the proceedings, Ronin will try to draw his husband back to his feet and against his waiting mouth. I want you more than I want to paint this canvas, he warns with a wicked smile. So we should probably start to use it.
I promise, it's nothing compared to seeing you like this, he thinks back, even his mental voice tight and breathless with pleasure. But you'd better cut this out, or we'll be finger painting before too long. As if to punctuate the point, it's with his fingers tightening briefly in the other man's hair and his hips rocking just a little more roughly for a second or two that Ronin makes himself step back.
Panting softly, his cock twitching its protest at the halt to the proceedings, Ronin will try to draw his husband back to his feet and against his waiting mouth. I want you more than I want to paint this canvas, he warns with a wicked smile. So we should probably start to use it.
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