I swear I still believe but I don't know
On the contrary - Ronin is all chaos and need in this moment, relishing the beat of the rain soaking into their clothes and the heat of his husband’s body taut against his own. He takes his sweet time in his exploration of Remi’s kiss, in the flick of his tongue and the softness of his lips, his fingers pressing into the small of the other man’s back in response to the moan he draws out of him.
The sound of his name said in that way is as much a torture as it is bliss, his cock twitching at the prospect of hearing it again (and again, louder), echoing into the night. ”Gods, touch me,” he half growls, his free hand thinking for perhaps a second about unbuttoning Remi’s shirt, before he gives up and simply rips the buttons loose, exposing scarred flesh to the rain, to Ronin’s calloused hands, to his mouth and teeth.
The sound of his name said in that way is as much a torture as it is bliss, his cock twitching at the prospect of hearing it again (and again, louder), echoing into the night. ”Gods, touch me,” he half growls, his free hand thinking for perhaps a second about unbuttoning Remi’s shirt, before he gives up and simply rips the buttons loose, exposing scarred flesh to the rain, to Ronin’s calloused hands, to his mouth and teeth.
the dark star
