but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
Off-white, on star-dusted black, on bloody snow. Gods help anyone stupid enough to be anywhere near the pair just now, for it would be the very last thing they ever saw, but what a thing it would be.
There's no need for warnings and yet still they're given; Remi's comes in the form of a moan he can't keep caged any longer, and it's with lips that shape the Huntsman's name that he roars his climax across the tundra. In the whiteout of pleasure that follows, Remi is only aware of Ronin's fingers knotted in his curls, and the surreal tunneling pressure that comes from where their bodies are still perfectly fit together. That he's panting, that his ears are ringing, that had it been anyone else's hand in his he would have broken it by now—none of it registers in his mind.
There is only this moment, populated entirely by him and Ronin and a glistening release that settles over him like snow.
There's no need for warnings and yet still they're given; Remi's comes in the form of a moan he can't keep caged any longer, and it's with lips that shape the Huntsman's name that he roars his climax across the tundra. In the whiteout of pleasure that follows, Remi is only aware of Ronin's fingers knotted in his curls, and the surreal tunneling pressure that comes from where their bodies are still perfectly fit together. That he's panting, that his ears are ringing, that had it been anyone else's hand in his he would have broken it by now—none of it registers in his mind.
There is only this moment, populated entirely by him and Ronin and a glistening release that settles over him like snow.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
