It's with an expression of almost boyish triumph that Ronin balls up the blankets and his own sweatpants to fling them off the bed, the effort leaving him a touch breathless. Not as breathless as when Remi's hands come out to seize him, though, the Star's inhale catching in his chest, and he nearly topples over in his haste to try and blanket himself back over Remi. He doesn't, of course, captured as he is by the Lullaby's touch, and his lips part to try and express himself, only for it to taper off into a needy groan.
But there's nothing more than that; nothing more than Remi's fingers against his hip and a palm around his cock that is not enough to sate him. [say]"I could, but it'd be a lie,"[/say] he manages, his hips rocking into the sensation of their own accord. How do we know that we are doing this for the right reasons? he wants to ask. But at the same time, he doesn't care, and the Star shifts forward suddenly to press his lips against Remi's, only for his kisses to begin their descent across the other man's chest and stomach.
At the same time, his fingers fumble to rid the Lullaby of his own sweatpants, fully intent on letting his lips complete their journey down Remi's body.
But there's nothing more than that; nothing more than Remi's fingers against his hip and a palm around his cock that is not enough to sate him. [say]"I could, but it'd be a lie,"[/say] he manages, his hips rocking into the sensation of their own accord. How do we know that we are doing this for the right reasons? he wants to ask. But at the same time, he doesn't care, and the Star shifts forward suddenly to press his lips against Remi's, only for his kisses to begin their descent across the other man's chest and stomach.
At the same time, his fingers fumble to rid the Lullaby of his own sweatpants, fully intent on letting his lips complete their journey down Remi's body.
