RONIN
Ronin is there for his husband to goad, and a sound very much like a growl leaves his throat as his hair is pulled and all sorts of lewd and somewhat violent thoughts flash through his mind. And if they try, there'll be blood on the snow by the end of the day, he informs Remi, and its with fingers tipped with claws that he fumbles to strip the other man of his coat, an act made remarkably more difficult given that the Huntsman is also trying to press Remi against a snowbank.
"Then I guess you'll be the one handling the cold," Ronin says with a dark laugh, though he's cut off by his own possessive kisses as he pushes away fabric and loosens belts and savours the feel of hot skin against the cold air. "You," he hisses against Remi's neck, having left a necklace of bruises in his wake. "You are fucking irresistable right now."
"Then I guess you'll be the one handling the cold," Ronin says with a dark laugh, though he's cut off by his own possessive kisses as he pushes away fabric and loosens belts and savours the feel of hot skin against the cold air. "You," he hisses against Remi's neck, having left a necklace of bruises in his wake. "You are fucking irresistable right now."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
