run away and take me with you
Ronin snarls - he can't help it. Pent up as he's already feeling, the fresh cuts to his ego, however gently delivered, are not something he can let go in silence. But it's difficult to lean into the anger as well, not with the pressure against the back of his thighs welcoming him further into his husband's mouth, not with all the love in the world wrapped about him. "Fuck," he grates out, wanting simultaneously to shove Remi away and pull him closer.
In the end he settles on nothing at all, and it feels like a very good idea when he succumbs to it. Is this letting go, Remi? "Don't stop," he mumbles, his fingers tightening in the other man's hair, his pulse racing as he feels the rise of his climax like a wave about to crest.
In the end he settles on nothing at all, and it feels like a very good idea when he succumbs to it. Is this letting go, Remi? "Don't stop," he mumbles, his fingers tightening in the other man's hair, his pulse racing as he feels the rise of his climax like a wave about to crest.
don't let go, i need your rescue
RONIN
