even my darkness shines for you
"I'm sorry, are you not?" A kissable kind of moss, that is. Ronin doesn't bother to hide his grin even as Remi's lips send a shiver down the length of his spine and into the pit of his belly where it catches fire on the embers of his lust. Jaw dropping at the not-so-subtle reminder of the part he'd had to play in the way their lives had changed, Ronin's arm tightens around Remi's waist, his free hand teasing through rich curls that beg to be tugged at.
"Forgive my impudence," he murmurs, lips dragging against the line of Remi's jaw until he can all but speak the words against the shell of his ear, "but nothing about you right now seems to care about your life trajectory." Rocking his hips forward teasingly as if to remind them both of the impossible way they continue to wind each other up, as the Bastion's lips find his own once more, it's with an almost defeated moan that Ronin gives up the little self-control he's been faking.
Greedy hands swarm beneath his shirt, the Knight drawing back from the tree just enough so that his own hands can roam without having to fight against bark and branches. Wanting both to lay Remi down in the sweet grasses and devour him whole and invite a game of kiss-chase through the woods, Ronin ends up paralysed by choice and doing nothing at all. Besides a lot of kissing, of course.
"Forgive my impudence," he murmurs, lips dragging against the line of Remi's jaw until he can all but speak the words against the shell of his ear, "but nothing about you right now seems to care about your life trajectory." Rocking his hips forward teasingly as if to remind them both of the impossible way they continue to wind each other up, as the Bastion's lips find his own once more, it's with an almost defeated moan that Ronin gives up the little self-control he's been faking.
Greedy hands swarm beneath his shirt, the Knight drawing back from the tree just enough so that his own hands can roam without having to fight against bark and branches. Wanting both to lay Remi down in the sweet grasses and devour him whole and invite a game of kiss-chase through the woods, Ronin ends up paralysed by choice and doing nothing at all. Besides a lot of kissing, of course.
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