there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
There's something fey in Ronin's eyes as he watches the play of predators ripple through his husband's body, as every thrust kindles something within him that won't be ignored for much longer. And as Remi's fingers come to clasp his cheek, as his pace becomes something wild and almost painful in the most satisfying sort of way, there's no way he can deny the command given to him him. Throwing his head back, it's a series of half finished curses, Remi's name and encouragement that spills from the Star's lips, his back arched up off the ground, his fingers pulling hard at the curls they're wrapped tightly in.
He cums with fireworks dancing behind his eyes and the taste of copper on his tongue from biting his lip. The mud feels warm now against his back, such is the friction of their bodies, and as his orgasm rocks through him, he's also a little frustrated by the second Remi between his legs, even if he should applaud him for a job well fucking done. But they aren't done, not yet, and though he has to snatch in breaths of air and his legs are like jelly, he's still encouraging Remi on as well.
He cums with fireworks dancing behind his eyes and the taste of copper on his tongue from biting his lip. The mud feels warm now against his back, such is the friction of their bodies, and as his orgasm rocks through him, he's also a little frustrated by the second Remi between his legs, even if he should applaud him for a job well fucking done. But they aren't done, not yet, and though he has to snatch in breaths of air and his legs are like jelly, he's still encouraging Remi on as well.
RONIN
