you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"Sounds like a wedding gift to me," Ronin growls, having barely heard Remi's words, and even when he does they take a few seconds to filter through properly. His shoulders tense to give the other man a better grip, and the new (and frankly acrobatic) position lets him drive more deeply into the Lullaby, stealing the air from his lungs with each thrust. Moaning as pleasure scrapes up the back of his thighs like an itch he can't scratch, the hand around Remi's throat needs no encouragement.
It's an act of restraint, in fact, that keeps his own fingers from growing claws as they tighten against the other man's windpipe, and gods what he wouldn't give to be one of those hapless passers-by right now. What he wouldn't give to see Remi's expression.
And it's probably that train of thought that leads to a second Ronin appearing before the couple on the bed, blue eyes near molten as they drink in the unfolding scene. Stepping forward, the projection takes no issue in leaning down for a kiss, as if the hand around Remi's throat isn't quite enough.
It's an act of restraint, in fact, that keeps his own fingers from growing claws as they tighten against the other man's windpipe, and gods what he wouldn't give to be one of those hapless passers-by right now. What he wouldn't give to see Remi's expression.
And it's probably that train of thought that leads to a second Ronin appearing before the couple on the bed, blue eyes near molten as they drink in the unfolding scene. Stepping forward, the projection takes no issue in leaning down for a kiss, as if the hand around Remi's throat isn't quite enough.
RONIN
