RONIN
the white knight
There are times for slow and gentle, and then there are times like right now. Unable to hear much over the huff of their breath and slap of skin and the stuttered moans leaving their lips, Ronin is nonetheless well aware of the public nature of their fucking, even sequestered away as they are in the alcove. Not that the idea of being caught isn't a thrilling one, curling a feral smile across his lips as he hitches Remi back against him and holds him there for an aching few seconds for no other reason than to infuriate them and prolong their pleasure.
"How the fuck do you expect me to last when you're like this--" he bites out, thrusting forward again and letting one hand slip up from Remi's hip to starburst against his chest and throat, applying a tantalising squeeze of pressure as his mouth sucks a dark mark against his neck. "I can't wait to get you home and fuck you all over again," he whispers grinning. "Where you can be as loud as you like, and then some."
"How the fuck do you expect me to last when you're like this--" he bites out, thrusting forward again and letting one hand slip up from Remi's hip to starburst against his chest and throat, applying a tantalising squeeze of pressure as his mouth sucks a dark mark against his neck. "I can't wait to get you home and fuck you all over again," he whispers grinning. "Where you can be as loud as you like, and then some."
