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's breath punches out of him in a sharp gasp as Ronin thrusts deeper, the rhythm no longer gentle but precise and consuming. Each push rocks his hips against the grass, the earth damp and warm beneath his bare back, blades curling against his shoulder blades and spine as his body shifts with every movement. There’s nothing soft in the way they come together; no space left between them, only sweat-slicked skin and the press of Ronin’s weight bearing down in all the ways Remi craves.

His hands grasp harder, one tangled in his husband's hair, the other fanned out at the small of his back, urging him closer, harder, more. The friction where their bodies grind together is sharp and electric, sending heat crawling up Remi’s chest and making his moans rise, low and constant.

At Ronin’s teasing, he huffs a ragged laugh, breath stuttering as he rolls his hips hard up to meet the next thrust. "Maybe I should," he pants, voice thick, the smile that curls against Ronin’s jaw all hunger. "You’ve had so many names since we lived here—" Another sharp thrust cuts him off, and he groans before hitching himself forward to steal a kiss from his husband's lips.

"Make me say it."

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