RONIN
the dark star
Oh, oops - is what Ronin would have said had he even remotely cared about someone walking into their impromptu makeout session. As it stands, though, he's busy moaning his pleasure into Remi's mouth, his back arching against the feel of pleasure and pain rolled into one as feathered claws skitter along his back. Right here, right now? Even echoing into the Lullaby's mind, his words are a wicked whisper, Ronin parting from Remi's lips so he can drag his kisses along the other man's jawline.
"People might see," he hisses against the shell of his husband's ear. They're already seeing, actually, not that either man cares enough to take notice. At least the blink hares don't seem at all bothered. "I suppose I could carry you back to the shop, but then more people will see me taking your clothes off as we go." Speaking of which, deft fingers are already making swift work of Remi's shirt buttons, letting Ronin's warm hand spread and press against the even warmer flesh beneath.
"People might see," he hisses against the shell of his husband's ear. They're already seeing, actually, not that either man cares enough to take notice. At least the blink hares don't seem at all bothered. "I suppose I could carry you back to the shop, but then more people will see me taking your clothes off as we go." Speaking of which, deft fingers are already making swift work of Remi's shirt buttons, letting Ronin's warm hand spread and press against the even warmer flesh beneath.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
