RONIN
The graze of teeth awakens both predator and prey within Ronin in a combination that leaves him breathless and tiptoeing along the edges of self-control. The hot water they step beneath does nothing to douse the heat in his belly, and as the rest of Remi's clothes fall to the floor, the Huntsman is quick to draw him closer. A soft moan leaves his lips and he tilts his head into the strong touch against sore muscles, his own fingers meanwhile massaging the salt and sweat from Remi's skin.
Have me, he rumbles through their bond, and it's unclear whether it's a demand or a plea (because even Ronin isn't sure). I'm yours to take. Always. He leans through the hot pulse of water for a lusty kiss, pressed against the Lullaby as much as he can be until Remi decides to manoeuvre him otherwise.
Have me, he rumbles through their bond, and it's unclear whether it's a demand or a plea (because even Ronin isn't sure). I'm yours to take. Always. He leans through the hot pulse of water for a lusty kiss, pressed against the Lullaby as much as he can be until Remi decides to manoeuvre him otherwise.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
