we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Remi arches up and it makes it even more difficult for Ronin to keep his nerve - to keep from throwing himself into things until it's over before it's even begun. Anything he tries to say is mumbled into the soft flesh of Remi's neck, between kisses and moans and declarations of love. Like his husband, he doesn't find himself seeking anything out, chasing the high he knows will come from the climax - quite the opposite in fact. Given that he's on top, he has much more control over how things go, but gods if he doesn't want to give all that up to just drown in the moment.
"You have no right to feel so good," he groans, fingers clutching at Remi's thigh as if to hitch him closer still, and although things are slow, it doesn't stop the thunder of his pulse or the beads of sweat that glitter down the length of his spine. And when Remi speaks? "Then that's what you'll get," Ronin mumbles, already able to feel his orgasm start to build like an itch in the balls of his feet, in the way that the Lullaby suddenly feels like electricity in his arms. It's like the moment between the spark of lightning and the roll of thunder, and the Star's breath catches in his throat.
"Gods, Remi--" He's barely hanging on, his forehead pressing against his husband's shoulder.
"You have no right to feel so good," he groans, fingers clutching at Remi's thigh as if to hitch him closer still, and although things are slow, it doesn't stop the thunder of his pulse or the beads of sweat that glitter down the length of his spine. And when Remi speaks? "Then that's what you'll get," Ronin mumbles, already able to feel his orgasm start to build like an itch in the balls of his feet, in the way that the Lullaby suddenly feels like electricity in his arms. It's like the moment between the spark of lightning and the roll of thunder, and the Star's breath catches in his throat.
"Gods, Remi--" He's barely hanging on, his forehead pressing against his husband's shoulder.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
