you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
That is true, Ronin hums, smiling against the vibration he can absolutely feel against the other man's throat. He's just about to migrate a little lower when he feels the flash of pain as if it were his own (such is the problem with sharing emotions), inhaling sharply and drawing back enough to glance back up at his husband.
Luckily for you, I have long stopped being squeamish about your tentacles, he says, pressing a slow, soft kiss back against Remi's lips, like he can soothe away the pain. And the Lullaby has such a good point that already he's bracing himself over the other man on one arm, the other sneaking between them to press greedily against the tightness in Remi's pants.
Gods, I want you, he all but purrs, already clumsily trying to unfasten buttons. Hopefully he isn't so distracted that he accidentally buttons their pants together - it wouldn't be the first time it had happened.
Luckily for you, I have long stopped being squeamish about your tentacles, he says, pressing a slow, soft kiss back against Remi's lips, like he can soothe away the pain. And the Lullaby has such a good point that already he's bracing himself over the other man on one arm, the other sneaking between them to press greedily against the tightness in Remi's pants.
Gods, I want you, he all but purrs, already clumsily trying to unfasten buttons. Hopefully he isn't so distracted that he accidentally buttons their pants together - it wouldn't be the first time it had happened.
The huntsman
