RONIN
Attune himself Ronin does; neither Star nor Lullaby is destined for stamina in this particular endeavour, and the former absolutely doesn't care. His mind swims with Remi, and as fingers seize around him and the other man moans into the side of his neck, Ronin isn't far behind in his orgasm. It takes him completely, hard and fast and overwhelming, and leaves him panting in the dirt and utterly malleable in the alchemist's grip. Only the soft brush of kisses against his neck brings him around, Ronin humming out something like a response.
Only it isn't, really, and the huntsman relaxes back into Remi's arms, sweaty and exhausted, muscles screaming and heart galloping still. He lets out a rough, breathless sort of laugh, leaning his head against his husband's curls, eyes fluttering shut again. "I mean," he says slowly, "you can join me every now and then, maybe." There's no need for the apology in Remi's voice, the Star's fingertips brushing across the other man's forearms in a gentle caress. "Just not too often. I don't need to run that fast everyday..."
Only it isn't, really, and the huntsman relaxes back into Remi's arms, sweaty and exhausted, muscles screaming and heart galloping still. He lets out a rough, breathless sort of laugh, leaning his head against his husband's curls, eyes fluttering shut again. "I mean," he says slowly, "you can join me every now and then, maybe." There's no need for the apology in Remi's voice, the Star's fingertips brushing across the other man's forearms in a gentle caress. "Just not too often. I don't need to run that fast everyday..."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
