we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Like what?" Ronin asks, wondering if he'll get to know what other reasons he might be skewered. (And with what). Now that their positions are reversed, the Star can take full advantage of it, and he stretches himself over Remi with utter contentment - and yes, the Lullaby will be able to feel the way his husband's body has already started to rise to the occasion from kisses and words whispered like a melody across his body.
Words that spill out all over again, different and similar, and any sass he wants to give Remi about birds using his cock for a perch, or to roost in, or anything else has been completely forgotten in lieu of listening to the way his husband's accent wraps around syllables he doesn't understand. "Mm, I think that was it," he mumbles, and he reaches up to tilt Remi's chin towards his face so he can deliver a much less chaste kiss to his lips.
"You are being unfair," he complains affectionately.
Words that spill out all over again, different and similar, and any sass he wants to give Remi about birds using his cock for a perch, or to roost in, or anything else has been completely forgotten in lieu of listening to the way his husband's accent wraps around syllables he doesn't understand. "Mm, I think that was it," he mumbles, and he reaches up to tilt Remi's chin towards his face so he can deliver a much less chaste kiss to his lips.
"You are being unfair," he complains affectionately.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
