you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me ”Should have gagged me...” Ronin’s wicked laughter is lost to the springs and the way his words taper into a gasp as Remi leaves him wanting - at least for a moment - to sweep up the length of his body. In his current addled state, it is fair to say that the Star has completely forgotten quite how much of everything Remi is liable to feel, and gods but if he doesn’t hold back. The Lullaby lowers himself onto his aching erection and Ronin moans out a note of ecstasy, of finally, pulsing upwards to meet him quite involuntarily. He surrenders his hand to the other man, letting it press against warm flesh and scar tissue and a thundering heart, and through eyes like blue fire he gazes up at Remi, relishing the sight of him. Like some dark angel, scarred and toned and strong, with wings spread overhead, Ronin tumbles into his fevered want, his adoration and his lust. ”Oh gods,” he growls, his free hand gripping Remi’s hips so he can meet him halfway with each thrust, caring nothing for restraint.