even my darkness shines for you
"Oh, I think I have some idea--" Ronin objects - just - before Remi's hands are on him again and the rest of his opinons on the matter seem pitifully irrelevent. Resenting the miniscule amount of space that opens between them as his husband leans back against the tree, the Knight soon forgets all about it as his arousal is freed from the tight and aching constraints of his pants, and it's with a half-sigh of relief that he surges forward into the other man's waiting hand and against his lips.
Have me, then. Ronin feels the words as a delicious bruise that will be left against his throat, his hands almost fumbling with Remi's belt and buttons, as if his impatience to strip him bare has made him clumsy. Eventually, though - with enough kicking of boots and tugging of fabric and boyish huffs of laughter - the Knight gets what he wants, and it's with a moan of need combined with brief satisfaction that he draws them together, nothing but bare skin and heat and the canopy of the Greatwood overhead.
"C'mere," he demands, tugging Remi away from the trunk so they might collapse down into the grass instead. "I wouldn't want to offend the trees, you know."
Have me, then. Ronin feels the words as a delicious bruise that will be left against his throat, his hands almost fumbling with Remi's belt and buttons, as if his impatience to strip him bare has made him clumsy. Eventually, though - with enough kicking of boots and tugging of fabric and boyish huffs of laughter - the Knight gets what he wants, and it's with a moan of need combined with brief satisfaction that he draws them together, nothing but bare skin and heat and the canopy of the Greatwood overhead.
"C'mere," he demands, tugging Remi away from the trunk so they might collapse down into the grass instead. "I wouldn't want to offend the trees, you know."
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