RONIN
As it turns out, snowdrift sex is exactly what their morning calls for. For Ronin it's a curious sense of chasing but also not quite wanting to catch, and as he moves against Remi it's slow and hard all at once. Ronin wants to take his time but he wants to completely consume the other man as well, and it drags muffled moans from his throat that will show up later as bruises on the Lullaby's skin. "There?" he echoes, a hint of mischief in a voice that's almost too breathless to speak.
Conversation isn't high on his priorities right now, but Ronin is more than able to help Remi anchor himself right where he wants to be. With lips parting in silent echoes of pleasure, the Huntsman's head tilts back, as if to watch every spark of emotion play across his husband's face. He increases his pace, and around them the snow is indeed starting to melt, and starlight flickers out of his form.
Conversation isn't high on his priorities right now, but Ronin is more than able to help Remi anchor himself right where he wants to be. With lips parting in silent echoes of pleasure, the Huntsman's head tilts back, as if to watch every spark of emotion play across his husband's face. He increases his pace, and around them the snow is indeed starting to melt, and starlight flickers out of his form.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
