looks like morning in your eyes

that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt

Tensing his bicep that his hand might remain a formidable adversary for the thrust of Ronin's hips, Remi grins darkly into his husband's hair. "We would make him run first, until he's panting." The Lullaby suggests. "Then when he's flat on his back, perhaps you might cut off his cock. Maybe he'll be able to think with the right head if he only has one." Speaking as a predator now, with little thought or concern for Sunjata, Remi feels his muscles begin to tremble at the mere prospect of such a chase.

Meeting Ronin's mouth, Remi moans an inarticulate plea that begins as a growl in the back of his throat. Without thought at all the Lullaby tugs at his husband's belt, undoing it with a jerk before brutishly shoving his hand down the front of Ronin's pants with a possessive determination. "And if I'd rather have you?" He counters challengingly against the Huntsman's lips.

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