I will fight the end
It's so gentle that it's all consuming, and the moan that rides out from Ronin's lips is simultaneously a plea for more and an appreciation for everything on offer. He's lost in the pulse and sway of the emotions that Remi throws back at him, and it feels as though each and every one of the Star's muscles is drawn taut, begging for a release that is building, slow and quiet, like a wave rolling towards the shore.
Touch yourself, he says through a mental voice that all but purrs with his enjoyment, Ronin throwing his head back as Remi takes him further into his mouth. He feels the frustration from his husband as a persistent flash of red that throbs behind his eyes, and it just won't do. Or turn yourself around, and I'll do it for you, comes the alternative, though it's questionable as to whether Ronin even knows what he's saying or doing any more.
Touch yourself, he says through a mental voice that all but purrs with his enjoyment, Ronin throwing his head back as Remi takes him further into his mouth. He feels the frustration from his husband as a persistent flash of red that throbs behind his eyes, and it just won't do. Or turn yourself around, and I'll do it for you, comes the alternative, though it's questionable as to whether Ronin even knows what he's saying or doing any more.
'til the end is here
