long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin might have made some quip about not receiving the saucy description of them in the mirror, but honestly his mind is in every place they touch instead, every crackle of pleasure that Remi's body draws out of his own. "Please, what--" He says, not that he even knows what he's expecting the other man to say. And he'll never find out, either, because no sooner has he spoken when Remi is suddenly arching against him, and the force of his orgasm is enough to drive the Huntsman over the edge as well. The slam of his hand against the wall is enough to splinter the stone, and his curse is mumbled into the press of Remi's neck as he cums, stars dancing behind his eyes. He doesn't know how many seconds pass before he returns to himself, before he's aware of the panting of his breath or the sound of someone knocking against the door. With a sudden snort of laughter, Ronin presses kiss after kiss against his husband's shoulder as he carefully extracts himself, hurriedly hitching up his pants and grabbing for Remi's hand. "Quick," he hisses, tugging them towards the window that they might make a quick escape. ~FIN