you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me A frustrated groan leaves Ronin’s throat as he tilts his hips up and finds nothing more but the continued teasing around his cock, though he’d be lying to say it didn’t feel incredible, even just this whisper of attention. ”I’ll arrange it for us. It’ll be a date,” he growls, as if scheduling an attempted murder is simply another part of their courtship (and these days, it practically is). His fingers find themselves in Remi’s curls, Ronin fighting not to press down even as the muscles bunch in the backs of his thighs and his toes curl in anticipation. He’s rewarded, at least, as Remi turns his very talented tongue to other matters, and Ronin’s eyes roll back in unabashed pleasure. If at all possible he thinks he might be harder now than before, the swell of his arousal stoked to nearly unfair proportions, his hand tightening in Remi’s hair. ”And how is it you want me? You might have to show me - your mouth is a bit busy.”