REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Remi shudders under Ronin’s touch, the quiet control of it—soft kiss, slow stroke—enough to draw a low, guttural sound from his throat that has him sipping in a hasty breath. "Ronin," he breathes against his lips, hips already twitching into the rhythm Ronin sets. Remi lets his head fall back just slightly, exposing his throat, his curls damp and clinging to his forehead.
"Gods, I want you," Remi murmurs, voice hoarse and threaded with need. "I want to feel you—" The words catch in his throat, chased by another hiss as Ronin’s hand curls tighter, just enough to make his knees threaten to buckle. His fingers dig lightly into the Knight’s shoulders, torn between staying still to savour it and shoving Ronin against the stone and begging him to fuck him properly.
His breath shakes as he exhales, pressing his forehead against Ronin’s. "If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to cum before you’re even inside me," he growls, half a warning and half a plea. His hips buck again, seeking more—more pressure, more friction, more of Ronin, now. "So either do it like you mean it," he pants, dragging his mouth along Ronin’s jaw, "or fuck me."
"Gods, I want you," Remi murmurs, voice hoarse and threaded with need. "I want to feel you—" The words catch in his throat, chased by another hiss as Ronin’s hand curls tighter, just enough to make his knees threaten to buckle. His fingers dig lightly into the Knight’s shoulders, torn between staying still to savour it and shoving Ronin against the stone and begging him to fuck him properly.
His breath shakes as he exhales, pressing his forehead against Ronin’s. "If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to cum before you’re even inside me," he growls, half a warning and half a plea. His hips buck again, seeking more—more pressure, more friction, more of Ronin, now. "So either do it like you mean it," he pants, dragging his mouth along Ronin’s jaw, "or fuck me."
did it bend or did I break?
