I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Another book falls - oops - and Ronin finds himself frustrated that he doesn't have enough hands to run over Remi's body. He wants to ruffle his fingers through the warm wings that stretch from his shoulders, to tangle them through his curls, to drag his nails across his flesh; alas, it's all the Star can do to hitch Remi a little higher, a little more tightly against him, the movement drawing a gasp from his throat that he can barely contain.
I want you to scream my name, he admits, even his mental voice nothing more than a gruff approximation of the real thing, and as he glances up to meet Remi's eyes, it's almost enough to make him lose it completely. Harder, the Lullaby pleads, both mentally and out loud, and the shelving behind him is losing books at an alarming place now. "Fuck," Ronin hisses under his breath; through his dark hair and down the back of his neck appear a flurry of crimson and gold feathers. They aren't at risk of burning anyone yet, but damn if it isn't a close thing.
I want you to scream my name, he admits, even his mental voice nothing more than a gruff approximation of the real thing, and as he glances up to meet Remi's eyes, it's almost enough to make him lose it completely. Harder, the Lullaby pleads, both mentally and out loud, and the shelving behind him is losing books at an alarming place now. "Fuck," Ronin hisses under his breath; through his dark hair and down the back of his neck appear a flurry of crimson and gold feathers. They aren't at risk of burning anyone yet, but damn if it isn't a close thing.
RONIN
