RONIN
THE DARK STAR
Ronin, who has come to expect slow and teasing from his husband, is completely blindsided by the immediacy of the pleasure delivered upon him. Remi will get exactly what he wants, the Huntsman hitching in a breath that rides out on a stuttered sort of moan, his hips rising up with very little encouragement.
"Fuck--" he manages, just about, and given that the nimbus is terrible for gripping a hold of, he tightens his hand in Remi's curls and lets the other grip against his shoulder, as if to beckon him closer or push him away as if it might all be too much. And of course it will be too much, in entirely too little time at all, especially given the endless attention being lavished upon him.
"Gods, you're everything," he moans, trying not to force his hips up again and only half succeeding.
"Fuck--" he manages, just about, and given that the nimbus is terrible for gripping a hold of, he tightens his hand in Remi's curls and lets the other grip against his shoulder, as if to beckon him closer or push him away as if it might all be too much. And of course it will be too much, in entirely too little time at all, especially given the endless attention being lavished upon him.
"Gods, you're everything," he moans, trying not to force his hips up again and only half succeeding.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
