RONIN
Remi sighs his relief and Ronin hisses in a breath at the fingers that close around him. He's already rock hard, his frustration evident in the arc of his hips and the way his tongue and teeth fight for dominance in their kisses. The alchemist's pants are removed in record time, and Ronin's enthusiasm to join the Lullaby means he's not far behind in that regard. With bloody fingers and a gruff moan tearing from his throat, he drowns in the heat of Remi's skin pressing against his own, blood and sweat mingling arousal with predatory need.
Astride him as his husband is, Ronin's hands glide up the length of Remi's thighs, grasping the firm muscles of his ass as if to urge him on. The huntsman's senses are still attuned sharply to the feel of the ground beneath him, to the way Remi has him pinned, to the sounds of the waking forest and the scent of copper and morning dew. It thrums through him in a way that leaves him drowning in wanton lust, and he bucks against the feel of Remi's hand, desperate for more.
Astride him as his husband is, Ronin's hands glide up the length of Remi's thighs, grasping the firm muscles of his ass as if to urge him on. The huntsman's senses are still attuned sharply to the feel of the ground beneath him, to the way Remi has him pinned, to the sounds of the waking forest and the scent of copper and morning dew. It thrums through him in a way that leaves him drowning in wanton lust, and he bucks against the feel of Remi's hand, desperate for more.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
