RONIN
It has been said before, that the love that burns between the Huntsman and the Lullaby is dangerous. And it's true - what's more, it's just as dangerous for the two individuals as it is for those who get in their way. Case in point: it absolutely should not feel as good as it does, to know that he riles the monster in his husband's bones to the surface and then some, that the barrier between pain and pleasure is so murderously thin.
But it does. It feels more than good, such that the smile on Ronin's face is almost dreamlike to feel soft lips against his throat and the deep, guttural sound of talons in hardwood. Aiding the efforts of the tentacle attempting to rid Remi of his shirt, he drags it over the other man's head and drops it carelessly to the ground, and in the meantime, more helpful appendages have come to strip them of the rest of their clothes.
"Have me," he all but demands, and were he more inclined towards it, a crown of glowing antlers might have adorned his head to really drive the point home.
But it does. It feels more than good, such that the smile on Ronin's face is almost dreamlike to feel soft lips against his throat and the deep, guttural sound of talons in hardwood. Aiding the efforts of the tentacle attempting to rid Remi of his shirt, he drags it over the other man's head and drops it carelessly to the ground, and in the meantime, more helpful appendages have come to strip them of the rest of their clothes.
"Have me," he all but demands, and were he more inclined towards it, a crown of glowing antlers might have adorned his head to really drive the point home.
one more wish for you
