RONIN
For a moment Ronin wonders whether he does want to be fucked this morning - and he does, let's not get things twisted - more than he wants to keep hearing Remi serenade him. The fingers that tighten in his hair are both warning and encouragement, and it takes a surprising amount of effort for him to draw back with a final, wicked flick of his tongue against the head of his husband's cock.
"You always have the most wonderful things to say to me," he purrs, voice pitched low and playful, and as he shifts reluctantly up the length of Remi's body, his own arousal will become painfully apparent pinned between them. Still, Ronin moves as slow as the creep of ice along the Northaven during Deepfrost, unhurried in his affections, and when his lips find Remi's his kiss is deep and sweet and passionate, his fingers threading through sleep-tousled curls as if to keep the other man held close.
"Fuck me slow," he mumbles against Remi's lips, though he knows it won't matter what pace they pick - he likely won't last very long this morning.
"You always have the most wonderful things to say to me," he purrs, voice pitched low and playful, and as he shifts reluctantly up the length of Remi's body, his own arousal will become painfully apparent pinned between them. Still, Ronin moves as slow as the creep of ice along the Northaven during Deepfrost, unhurried in his affections, and when his lips find Remi's his kiss is deep and sweet and passionate, his fingers threading through sleep-tousled curls as if to keep the other man held close.
"Fuck me slow," he mumbles against Remi's lips, though he knows it won't matter what pace they pick - he likely won't last very long this morning.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
