RONIN
the dark star
Needing little to no encouragement from his husband, Ronin drapes himself over the other man, sandwiching them together in ways guaranteed to cause as much arousal as frustration. Stretching an arm to brace above Remi's head, the bunnies hopping around them are similarly dismissed in lieu of the taste of the Lullaby on his tongue and the way the heat seems to radiate out of his body and into Ronin's skin.
He draws back, panting, just enough to gaze down at Remi, and finds a smile curling across his lips. Quite how his husband manages to so exquisitely straddle the line between boyish and godlike-and-carved-from-marble he'll never know, but gods if it doesn't make his knees weak. He hitches in a breath, like he's going to try and put it into words, but instead melts back into another kiss.
The feelings do roll out of him though, free for the Lullaby to enjoy with his magic; lust, certainly, but also a hiccuping, joyful sort of possessiveness, that he gets to have this. To drown in seaglass green and soft curls and long eyelashes and dimples, and to be equally wanted in return.
He draws back, panting, just enough to gaze down at Remi, and finds a smile curling across his lips. Quite how his husband manages to so exquisitely straddle the line between boyish and godlike-and-carved-from-marble he'll never know, but gods if it doesn't make his knees weak. He hitches in a breath, like he's going to try and put it into words, but instead melts back into another kiss.
The feelings do roll out of him though, free for the Lullaby to enjoy with his magic; lust, certainly, but also a hiccuping, joyful sort of possessiveness, that he gets to have this. To drown in seaglass green and soft curls and long eyelashes and dimples, and to be equally wanted in return.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
