you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
You know exactly what kind of things I would use you for, Ronin purrs through the Attuned bond, his tongue and lips far too busy to be bothered with real words. As their bodies align, as they have done so many times before, it's still just as difficult to think straight or to immediately know where to put his hands. With a flail of an arm, Ronin kicks off the furs and blankets that they might lounge in them rather than be suffocated by them, before returning his attentions to the Lullaby.
Isn't that just Frey? They could just appear on any battlefield and we'd all just... This, basically, Ronin snatching in a sip of air as Remi's hands (just hands, he notices belatedly) continue to roam across his skin. Heat plumes straight south, and though both men could be considered passionate (aka feral) at the best of times, today Ronin never strays beyond slow and gentle, shifting just enough that he might be able to get out of his underwear.
Isn't that just Frey? They could just appear on any battlefield and we'd all just... This, basically, Ronin snatching in a sip of air as Remi's hands (just hands, he notices belatedly) continue to roam across his skin. Heat plumes straight south, and though both men could be considered passionate (aka feral) at the best of times, today Ronin never strays beyond slow and gentle, shifting just enough that he might be able to get out of his underwear.
RONIN
