long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin's eyes shut that he might enjoy the feel of the Lullaby all the more; he wants each kiss to leave marks, even as fingers tipped with claws dance their way across Remi's skin. Ronin doesn't realise this, of course, and he'll apologise later for the faint and bloody lines he's been drawing along his husband's body. Only at the sound of ragged commands do his hands become his own again, his hips shifting that they might both free themselves of their buttons. "Whatever you want," he groans, his breath hitching as a touch he knows all too well grasps his cock, and an aching heat floods his belly. "Fuck, I just need to feel you." His eyes flutter open enough that he might be able to gaze down at Remi, and he nudges at his hands that they might loop around Ronin's neck, allowing the Huntsman to adjust them accordingly. If Remi wants to watch he can go right ahead - Ronin hasn't seen the mirror, but he knows they both have a projection they can use."