even my darkness shines for you
"Never," Ronin assures his husband, his voice rough with desire and exertion, rewarding every gasp and moan and keening sound of pleasure with a squeeze of Remi's cock or a faster stroke of his hand. The problem, of course, is that the man beneath him is a fucking tableau of all the things the Knight desires the most, and while stopping is the absolute last thing on his mind, it's safe to say that even watching Remi enjoy himself is enough to drag him, unprompted, to the very edge of his self-control.
"Fuck," he whispers, a trickle of sweat beading down between his shoulder blades, a soft breeze dispelling a few blossoms and leaves from the trees overhead. "Fuck, Remi--" Hissing the other man's name between clenched teeth, with one hand still gripping his cock and the other leaving fingertip bruises against his thighs, there's little else in his mind other than the man beneath him, the way his body arches against the ground and shreds the earth with the force of his desire for him.
"Fuck," he whispers, a trickle of sweat beading down between his shoulder blades, a soft breeze dispelling a few blossoms and leaves from the trees overhead. "Fuck, Remi--" Hissing the other man's name between clenched teeth, with one hand still gripping his cock and the other leaving fingertip bruises against his thighs, there's little else in his mind other than the man beneath him, the way his body arches against the ground and shreds the earth with the force of his desire for him.
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