we live in a world someone else imagined
"But running is such fun," Ronin protests, and he smiles a fraction to feel his husband's fingers sneaking beneath his shirt, even as they flinch. And he inhales deeply when warm palms finally press to his skin, relaxing bonelessly into the touch and blanketing his husband completely. He could drown in the steady thud of Remi's heartbeat, letting the smell of the woods and the blanket of darkness envelop him.
"You feel good too," he mumbles, his voice muffled, as if the lips against his hair and the fingers along his body are working to lower his heartrate even as they speak. "We can send a giftbasket of toys and rags, and things that hide under beds," he suggests. "But... later. Could we just lay here for a while?"
"You feel good too," he mumbles, his voice muffled, as if the lips against his hair and the fingers along his body are working to lower his heartrate even as they speak. "We can send a giftbasket of toys and rags, and things that hide under beds," he suggests. "But... later. Could we just lay here for a while?"
the dark star
