I will fight the end
No I'm not, Ronin wants to say. You bring this out in me - the best, and the worst, and it's all because I love you like I've never loved anyone else. But of course, silenced as he is by Remi's lips and tongue, all the Star can really do is moan out his encouragement, blanketed by the heat and weight of his husband's body. They are naked, and it's a terrible idea, but that doesn't stop Ronin even for a moment.
His hands are greedy for the warmth and feel of Remi's skin; his fingers trail across scars he knows like the back of his hand, down to the Lullaby's hips, to the curve of his ass which receives a very generous squeeze. Unconsciously the Star arches against the body right back against Remi's, and given how touch starved patient they've been, it's no surprise that certain parts of him are already standing very much to attention.
"We should stop," he mumbles, all the while doing no such thing, nipping lightly at Remi's lower lip.
His hands are greedy for the warmth and feel of Remi's skin; his fingers trail across scars he knows like the back of his hand, down to the Lullaby's hips, to the curve of his ass which receives a very generous squeeze. Unconsciously the Star arches against the body right back against Remi's, and given how touch starved patient they've been, it's no surprise that certain parts of him are already standing very much to attention.
"We should stop," he mumbles, all the while doing no such thing, nipping lightly at Remi's lower lip.
'til the end is here
