we live in a world someone else imagined
That's absolutely the problem right now though, isn't it? Part of Ronin absolutely wants to reinforce this bad behaviour, and as the wild impulses that flutter and pound through his blood are further kindled by the taste of Remi's lips, he is heedless to stop them. A hum of encouragement leaves his throat to feel rough fingers in his hair, Ronin shifting to blanket the other man all over again.
He wants to feel the press of the dirt against his hands, the scent of the cold breeze and the rich mosses, the crackle of dead leaves against Remi's back. "I can't wait until we live here," he whispers eventually, breaking the kiss only to hastily push up Remi's shirt that he might let his mouth wander down the Lullaby's chest and torso.
He wants to feel the press of the dirt against his hands, the scent of the cold breeze and the rich mosses, the crackle of dead leaves against Remi's back. "I can't wait until we live here," he whispers eventually, breaking the kiss only to hastily push up Remi's shirt that he might let his mouth wander down the Lullaby's chest and torso.
the dark star
