i kept falling over, i kept looking backward
"I've had a long time to think about it." Remi growls in reply, his hands already consuming Ronin's body with a predatory intensity. His fingertips, only slightly edged with claws now rake up Ronin's thighs as the Lullaby positions himself astride his husband. It's with an almost glare-like intensity that he takes in the huntsman's body, his teeth tugging on his lower lip with enough pressure that it nearly draws blood. Does he notice? He absolutely doesn't.
All he sees is suntanned skin with rivers of silver that crisscross over muscles which are impossibly toned. It steals his breath, the way that Ronin is so casually perfect. So absolutely everything that Remi could ever want or need, and somehow so very much more, all at once.
Knowing that he won't last long, Remi makes sure to go slow when and where his mind will allow him to. Holding himself just inches away from Ronin that the warmth which sizzles between their skin is the only point of contact, Remi's teeth begin to line a trail from the huntsman's sternum down, and down, and down until his starts to be interrupted by a thick tangle of hair. "Correct me if I'm wrong...but we are in the water, are we not?" He rumbles against Ronin, his own body grazing the tip of the Star's cock with far less pressure than either of them would like.
"Which makes you quite a bit like a raft.." So saying, his tongue whispers a hungry circle around the head of Ronin's erection. Simultaneously he claws his hands down the sides of Ronin's body; his tongue is soft whereas his hands are not by design, hoping that he might cause the Star great amounts of frustration.
All he sees is suntanned skin with rivers of silver that crisscross over muscles which are impossibly toned. It steals his breath, the way that Ronin is so casually perfect. So absolutely everything that Remi could ever want or need, and somehow so very much more, all at once.
Knowing that he won't last long, Remi makes sure to go slow when and where his mind will allow him to. Holding himself just inches away from Ronin that the warmth which sizzles between their skin is the only point of contact, Remi's teeth begin to line a trail from the huntsman's sternum down, and down, and down until his starts to be interrupted by a thick tangle of hair. "Correct me if I'm wrong...but we are in the water, are we not?" He rumbles against Ronin, his own body grazing the tip of the Star's cock with far less pressure than either of them would like.
"Which makes you quite a bit like a raft.." So saying, his tongue whispers a hungry circle around the head of Ronin's erection. Simultaneously he claws his hands down the sides of Ronin's body; his tongue is soft whereas his hands are not by design, hoping that he might cause the Star great amounts of frustration.
i went broke believing that the simple should be hard
Table inspo from kae!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
