arms give away your need
”Never too much,” Ronin murmurs softly against Remi’s lips, the Star wrapping his fingers into the front of the other man’s shirt so he might draw him closer, letting his fingers wind about his waist. ”Look at this place. How would it ever be too much?” Smiling, he leans his head against his husband’s, watching the play of ripples on the lake, the way the grains of the wood in the porch seem to match the lines on their palms.
The danger, of course, is that he might live here forever. A warning Safrin gave to him when he was first bestowed the ability to dream like this. But for now, Ronin doesn’t care a stitch. ”Would you give me a tour?” he asks, nosing against Remi’s curls and grinning. ”I feel as though you have been busy.”
The danger, of course, is that he might live here forever. A warning Safrin gave to him when he was first bestowed the ability to dream like this. But for now, Ronin doesn’t care a stitch. ”Would you give me a tour?” he asks, nosing against Remi’s curls and grinning. ”I feel as though you have been busy.”
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
