wrap myself around your bones

Remi cherishes moments like this, where all of their demigod strength is frustratingly reduced to small and measured touches. It has him shivering with heat and anticipation, and as Ronin's lips breeze against his cheek, Remi finds himself closing his eyes that he might be able to appreciate the gesture all the more fully. As a predator, the thrill of the hunt was not just in the blood dripping down his lips or the bright warmth that he associated with bones breaking. No, it was the chase as much as it was the victory, and though Remi was hardly moving, the tension that was building between he and Ronin made his muscles just as tense as running through the woods, would. "I am not sure there is a higher declaration of love you could give." Remi mumbles, trying to sound thoughtful but the flush of his cheeks has made his lips feel slow and unwilling to want to do more than whisper across Ronin's skin.

The pressure beneath his jaw has Remi's breath hiccuping as his teeth press together in an effort to remain still beneath Ronin's slow ministrations. "I also hate it. Maybe instead of always making up for lost time, we should start...storing time." The words don't come out quite right, but Remi doesn't care. "We should do the opposite of whatever making up for lost time is."{s/ay} He adds, trying again even as his fingers resort back to flesh and bone to try and slip Ronin's shirt off over his head.

who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t  again

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