RONIN
As Remi inches into the bathroom, Ronin deals with the buttons on his own pants, and he shifts to step out of them with the click of the door shutting. Their bodies meet and something like a growl of pleasure and need rises in his throat, though it's a lazy sort of predator that seems to lurk under his skin since the temperature plummeted.
He can do little more than let his head loll to the side and allow Remi's ministrations, though his hands are far from still. They map out slow and content patterns along the length of the Lullaby's spine, before slipping further to give his ass an appreciative squeeze.
"I have someone worth coming back for," he almost whispers, backing them up towards the shower. "I've always had someone worth coming back for, even when I was up in the stars." It's you, if you couldn't tell goes unsaid, though the emotions should be enough to get the point across.
He can do little more than let his head loll to the side and allow Remi's ministrations, though his hands are far from still. They map out slow and content patterns along the length of the Lullaby's spine, before slipping further to give his ass an appreciative squeeze.
"I have someone worth coming back for," he almost whispers, backing them up towards the shower. "I've always had someone worth coming back for, even when I was up in the stars." It's you, if you couldn't tell goes unsaid, though the emotions should be enough to get the point across.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
