RONIN
Moaning into their kiss, it takes every ounce of willpower in Ronin not to rush through this, to not just take and take until he's spent and the snow turns to steam all around them. Instead, with a shuddering breath against Remi's lips, the Huntsman manages a faint and giddy sort of smile, grasping at the other man's thigh and having to stop his fingertips from growing sharp with claws again. "I don't know, but I will never get tired of it. You're all mine." And everyone in the Greatwood is about to know it, if they didn't already.
It's with a breathless gasp that Ronin finally adjusts himself enough to rock his hips forward and bury himself in the Lullaby completely, and he shifts to press his lips against Remi's neck, as if it might stifle his sounds of pleasure. Fuck, you feel amazing, he rumbles through their bond, his free hand skittering back beneath Remi's shirt as if to hold him even closer, to keep them both locked in place.
It's with a breathless gasp that Ronin finally adjusts himself enough to rock his hips forward and bury himself in the Lullaby completely, and he shifts to press his lips against Remi's neck, as if it might stifle his sounds of pleasure. Fuck, you feel amazing, he rumbles through their bond, his free hand skittering back beneath Remi's shirt as if to hold him even closer, to keep them both locked in place.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
