you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me Even when he’s the one pinning Remi back against the stone, the Lullaby still finds a way to let Ronin know that he’s playing a dangerous game. Grinning at the pinprick of claws against his flesh, he shivers in Remi’s grip, gasping breathless encouragement as he nips his way down his neck. He can tell that the other man wants him; the palms against his backside grinding their bodies deliciously together lets him know that much. But a cloud? Distractedly, the Star glances up at the steam around them, and there’s a distant clunk as his nimbus disappears and the barrels of water thump against the stone. It reforms almost instantly, however, appearing beside them in wisps of mist from the hot springs. ”Turns out I can,” he mumbles, walking his fingers up the length of Remi’s back and letting them slip into his curls. ”What’d you want it for?”