and on to the glory at my right hand
Ronin gasps out a laugh, wriggling his way out of his pants as best he can without letting the other man go. "I've never met Frey, but I'll consider this an offering to them if it helps," he moans, his head lolling back so Remi can decorate his throat with kisses. As he's shoved back into the snow it's without any resistance, and with a dexterity expected of a demigod, he hooks his leg over Remi's shoulder.
The weight of his husband's body renders him speechless, his fingers tangling in the back of the other man's hair as if to keep him held close, and as the Lullaby thrusts himself forward, Ronin feels all the breath leave his lungs in a snarled groan of satisfaction. "More," he's already begging, his wrist pinned above his head against the snow, his back arching as if to encourage Remi further.
Look at him, though? It's true that the blush on his cheeks is all but ruined by the blood, his chest heaving and his erection standing very much to attention despite the cold, but it's nothing compared to Remi in his opinion. The Lullaby is sweetness wrapped in knives, his body carved by the role he's been forced to play, and fuck if Ronin doesn't love him to pieces.
"Remi," he pleads, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, his head tilting back against the ground.
The weight of his husband's body renders him speechless, his fingers tangling in the back of the other man's hair as if to keep him held close, and as the Lullaby thrusts himself forward, Ronin feels all the breath leave his lungs in a snarled groan of satisfaction. "More," he's already begging, his wrist pinned above his head against the snow, his back arching as if to encourage Remi further.
Look at him, though? It's true that the blush on his cheeks is all but ruined by the blood, his chest heaving and his erection standing very much to attention despite the cold, but it's nothing compared to Remi in his opinion. The Lullaby is sweetness wrapped in knives, his body carved by the role he's been forced to play, and fuck if Ronin doesn't love him to pieces.
"Remi," he pleads, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, his head tilting back against the ground.
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