you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
With points of colour still high in his cheeks (and his own rock hard problem still posing quite the distraction), Ronin is left a little breathless as his husband suddenly sits back and is promptly gone from where he'd been so tantalisingly draped across him. "Uh," he manages, blinking down at the hawk and shuffling to try and get his feet beneath him. Taking a second to readjust himself so there isn't an erection skewering the front of his pants, he dips his head in a nod.
"Okay," he mumbles, breathless and flustered and already clambering up the nearest tree. His fingers morph into claws this time, digging deep into the bark to keep purchase, and before long Ronin is high enough to be able to break through the canopy of leaves. Spreading his wings wide, he remains in a partial shift for no other reason than to wait for the wind to cool the fires in his belly, his gaze pinned on the route ahead. Come on, let's go.
"Okay," he mumbles, breathless and flustered and already clambering up the nearest tree. His fingers morph into claws this time, digging deep into the bark to keep purchase, and before long Ronin is high enough to be able to break through the canopy of leaves. Spreading his wings wide, he remains in a partial shift for no other reason than to wait for the wind to cool the fires in his belly, his gaze pinned on the route ahead. Come on, let's go.
RONIN
