RONIN
"Oh?" Ronin laughs breathlessly, as if he doesn't know all too well the consequences of playing coy with his husband when they've been winding each other up like this. "Maybe later I'll feel like not slow--" For now though, evidently, this is everything he could want and then some, the Knight's words cutting off into a low moan at a particularly deep thrust of Remi's hips.
It's the sort of sex that shouldn't drive him as wild as it does, but the almost gentle movement of his husband's body has him wanting to plunge tight fingers into Remi's curls or to sink his teeth into the soft column of his throat. It's maddening, more akin to love than fucking, but Ronin finds himself undone by it each and every time. "Why can't you?" he whispers, grinning. "You got - fuck - somewhere you need to be...?"
Then Remi's clever fingers grip his cock and Ronin's hips flinch forward in something close to desperation. "More," he urges, not afraid to beg if it comes to it, not even after all this time.
It's the sort of sex that shouldn't drive him as wild as it does, but the almost gentle movement of his husband's body has him wanting to plunge tight fingers into Remi's curls or to sink his teeth into the soft column of his throat. It's maddening, more akin to love than fucking, but Ronin finds himself undone by it each and every time. "Why can't you?" he whispers, grinning. "You got - fuck - somewhere you need to be...?"
Then Remi's clever fingers grip his cock and Ronin's hips flinch forward in something close to desperation. "More," he urges, not afraid to beg if it comes to it, not even after all this time.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
