a house full of whispers

REMI

the lullaby

walk me home in the dead of night

There is something about being wanted by this man that sets Remi ablaze. Something about the sounds he makes, the way fingers tighten against his curls and his hip, that is maddening. It fills parts of him he didn't know where cracked or wanting, it satisfies and invigorates. It's the perfect taste and the sweetest sound, and gods if he can't get enough. It doesn't matter that all of this is real-adjacent. Doesn't matter if, when Ronin wakes up, it will be to a bed that doesn't truly have Remi in it, only his body. For now, they're together.

Remi's tongue traces out the calligraphy of curse words against Ronin's, spelling out promises of things to come as his hand continues to move with frustratingly thwarted movements inside of the Star's pants. Remi could release Ronin from this, to be sure. He could have extra arms if he wanted, or could slip them into a bed or on the beach, free of their clothes. But what fun would that be?

"Are you often tortured like this, in your dreams?" Remi wants to know, the light in his eyes entirely wicked as he pulls back a fraction to gaze into the hunter's eyes. The flat of his hand continues to move against Ronin's erection as if they were two hasty school-mates trying to fool around in some stairwell, unable to get well and truly into the act for fear of being caught.

because i can't be alone with all that's on my mind

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!