we live in a world someone else imagined
They might have come a long way, but not nearly so long for Ronin to ever get tired of his husband, for it to ever feel predictable, no matter how choreographed the movements are. And he smiles his pleasure against Remi's skin to hear him demand something that the Huntsman is all too happy to give, Ronin's hands gliding easily down the Lullaby's ribcage and onto his hips, only for him to deftly unhook his belt and draw it away.
Buttons come next, though Ronin's kisses linger around the V-shaped slopes of Remi's muscles, and once he's done with those his hands continue their pathway down his thighs. "Still more?" he mumbles, already knowing the answer and smiling wickedly up the length of his husband's body. One of his hands sneaks up the inside of Remi's thigh now, grasping at the hard length of his erection through his clothes.
Buttons come next, though Ronin's kisses linger around the V-shaped slopes of Remi's muscles, and once he's done with those his hands continue their pathway down his thighs. "Still more?" he mumbles, already knowing the answer and smiling wickedly up the length of his husband's body. One of his hands sneaks up the inside of Remi's thigh now, grasping at the hard length of his erection through his clothes.
the dark star
