I will fight the end
The slap of skin on skin; the wagon's protests; every gasp and moan and whispered expletive - it would be Ronin's undoing, faster than any of the number of times they'd fucked since arriving at Torchline. Because the hunter felt it too, the way Remi was suddenly and inexplicably present in a way that he simply hadn't been since they day they'd lost Aoife. Ronin redoubled his efforts, mumbling some incoherent nothing into Remi's neck as he bucked forward, hard and fast and uncaring of whether the wagon would collapse under their rough acrobatics.
Remi - he wanted to say it, he wanted to say anything, but nothing seemed to encapsulate the sudden desire, the raw want thats seized him. Something fell over within the wagon; some contraption or another, Ronin didn't care, and the hunter held on by barely a thread as he drew back to gaze at his husband. He wanted to look at Remi, for the first time in forever, and remind himself what they were doing this all for.
Remi - he wanted to say it, he wanted to say anything, but nothing seemed to encapsulate the sudden desire, the raw want thats seized him. Something fell over within the wagon; some contraption or another, Ronin didn't care, and the hunter held on by barely a thread as he drew back to gaze at his husband. He wanted to look at Remi, for the first time in forever, and remind himself what they were doing this all for.
'til the end is here
