RONIN
One would think that Ronin would be used to his husband's projection appearing by now, and yet as another pair of hands ghost across his skin, it draws an audible moan from his throat. His head tilts back, a hand bracing against the wall of the shower to let Remi slip down the length of his body at the same time as he presses against the back of it. "Gods, Remi," he groans, his free hand smoothing through wet curls, his gaze caught by seaglass green.
Wordlessly, he complies with the requests of the other Lullaby, widening his stance even as his erection stands very much to attention before the Remi between his legs. "I love you," he whispers, the steam only adding to the flush against his skin. "I want you. Please."
Wordlessly, he complies with the requests of the other Lullaby, widening his stance even as his erection stands very much to attention before the Remi between his legs. "I love you," he whispers, the steam only adding to the flush against his skin. "I want you. Please."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
