we live in a world someone else imagined
"Right," Ronin whispers, as if to supply the words that Remi can't, though his voice is muffled against the exquisite musculature of the Lullaby's abdomen. "It feels so right." With a shift of his shoulders he allows the other man to draw his shirt over his head, though they have to necessarily break contact for it to happen. Ronin makes it worth Remi's while though, at least, pressing himself against hot skin as he leans up to steal the other man's lips once again.
"I won't," he mumbles into their kiss like it's a vow, trying now to coax Remi up off the ground enough for him to remove his shirt as well. "I can't get enough of you. How could I ever stop touching you?" Only once he's free of his clothes does Ronin shift and return to the pathway of kisses he's taking towards Remi's belt.
"I won't," he mumbles into their kiss like it's a vow, trying now to coax Remi up off the ground enough for him to remove his shirt as well. "I can't get enough of you. How could I ever stop touching you?" Only once he's free of his clothes does Ronin shift and return to the pathway of kisses he's taking towards Remi's belt.
the dark star
