long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Juvenile and ridiculous are never words Ronin will use to describe his husband (not in this context, anyway), and he meets the kiss with a sharp and ragged inhale cut off by the press of the other man's lips. He both melts and stiffens at Remi's touch, grasping him closer and simultaneously needing to put a fraction of distance between them to readjust. It's a feat that the Lullaby manages with much more success than Ronin, the Huntsman letting out a shuddering sigh as he's redirected, the other man pressed back against him. With the hand not occupied by kisses, he grasps at Remi's hips and ass, moaning out his encouragement and frustration both at how close they are, but not close enough. And when Remi voices their combined need, Ronin is heedless to deny him. Leaning in, he drops bruising kisses against the side of the other man's neck, at the same time positioning himself that he might tease his way against the Lullaby, entering him slowly and deliberately, despite the groan of pleasure it drags from his throat. "Gods, you feel incredible."