Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Sometimes words weren't necessary, which was a good thing in this case, because Ronin's ability to articulate just what Remi was bringing out in him was all but gone. As his lover shifted from slow and (relatively) gentle to something that turned his core molten with every buck and thrust, the hunter was barely able to form much more than a ragged moan of bliss and building anticipation, let alone anything coherent.
Hissing in a breath, his mind swimming with the feel of Remi both within and without, the hands tightening around him, the groan of warning in his ear, Ronin had to reach out to catch one of the bedposts so he could brace against it. Heat and pressure began to coil deep within him, like a spring threatening to snap at any moment, and his free hand went automatically to his own erection, stroking out a furious rhythm that said more than any reply he might have given.
This was exactly where he wanted to be right now, as evidenced when Remi's name fell from his lips just as his orgasm crackled up through the backs of his legs and hips, pulsing in waves of ecstasy that left him near senseless with it.
Hissing in a breath, his mind swimming with the feel of Remi both within and without, the hands tightening around him, the groan of warning in his ear, Ronin had to reach out to catch one of the bedposts so he could brace against it. Heat and pressure began to coil deep within him, like a spring threatening to snap at any moment, and his free hand went automatically to his own erection, stroking out a furious rhythm that said more than any reply he might have given.
This was exactly where he wanted to be right now, as evidenced when Remi's name fell from his lips just as his orgasm crackled up through the backs of his legs and hips, pulsing in waves of ecstasy that left him near senseless with it.
