gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"Oh, well that's even worse," Ronin says with an exaggeratedly sharp intake of breath, shaking his head and writing guilt into his expression even as he slides the belt free of its buckle and plucks open buttons as if they aren't straining against the fabric. "I can't have you getting bitten on my behalf while I sit and do nothing about it. I promise," he says solemnly, tipping his head back to gaze up at his husband, eyes half-lidded and smouldering, "I won't stop until I hear you scream my name to let me know I've done enough."
Punctuating the remark with a wolfish smile, the heat in Ronin's gaze is one he entirely intends to replicate with his mouth, and finally he's able to tug Remi's pants down from around his hips, freeing him from their aching confines. "Mm, you know, I think you might be right," he says, wrapping a hand around the base of his husband's cock and squeezing, slow and hard. "Something is definitely going on here."
Punctuating the remark with a wolfish smile, the heat in Ronin's gaze is one he entirely intends to replicate with his mouth, and finally he's able to tug Remi's pants down from around his hips, freeing him from their aching confines. "Mm, you know, I think you might be right," he says, wrapping a hand around the base of his husband's cock and squeezing, slow and hard. "Something is definitely going on here."
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
