RONIN
the white knight
"You keep sounding like that and I'm going to make sure it does," Ronin whispers back, his voice tight with barely constrained need for the man in his arms, a need echoed very evidently in the way their bodies press flush against one another. He kisses Remi like he's the first drop of water after finally reaching an oasis, like he's the break of day after the longest night, and gods he's as wild for him now as he was all those years ago. (And it isn't as though being remotely in public has ever stopped them before, is it?)
Rolling his hips teasingly against the other man as they finally part again, it's with a soft and breathless gasp that Ronin considers what they might do next. "We could fuck right here," he purrs, his eyes dark with arousal and glimmering with mischief. "Or I bet there are plenty of little alcoves in between the stone where you could get me on my knees. If you don't make a decision in the next five seconds, though, I'm going to. And everyone here is probably going to know what we're up to."
Rolling his hips teasingly against the other man as they finally part again, it's with a soft and breathless gasp that Ronin considers what they might do next. "We could fuck right here," he purrs, his eyes dark with arousal and glimmering with mischief. "Or I bet there are plenty of little alcoves in between the stone where you could get me on my knees. If you don't make a decision in the next five seconds, though, I'm going to. And everyone here is probably going to know what we're up to."
