how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi groans into the next kiss, the sound low and hungry, laced with all the ways he’s already unravelling under Ronin’s hands. The way the shirt vanishes makes him shudder, his fingers immediately dragging across newly bared skin like he can’t touch fast enough. "Gods, Ronin," he breathes, the syllables catching at the edges with heat. "You have no idea how badly I want you."

Remi drags in a breath like it might steady him, but it doesn’t—it only fills his lungs with Ronin, with the heat between them, and then he's moving again. His hands fall to the hem of his own shirt, tugging it over his head in one swift motion, curls tousled and cheeks flushed as the fabric joins the rest of their scattered intentions. The air against his skin is nothing compared to the press of Ronin's body, and he groans, already arching into it.

He leaves his pants for Ronin, a wicked spark in his eyes as he leans back against the tree, one brow raised as if daring the Knight to take his time or to ruin him entirely. But his own hands don't remain idle; one of them drops to the waistband of Ronin’s pants, deft fingers curling and tugging until the fabric gives way and his husband's cock springs free into the space between them. Remi’s gasp is pure want, his hand already closing around him with aching need. Every part of him is taut with want, with urgency, with the deep, coiling need that thrums between them like a live wire. "Have me then," he growls, nipping at the hollow of Ronin’s throat.

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