i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time
but i flicker from time to time
There are certain moments that are so big you feel as if you could live in them. This was certainly one of those: Ronin's lips were the perfect mixture of sweetness and need, his tongue just devilish enough to have Remi's breath hitching without pushing him over the edge. The bed, the cramped wagon, the old smells and new scars; it was a time and feeling that he'd happily spend a few forevers, in. Though Remi does move with Ronin's prodding, it's slowly, as if in a dream, as he focuses on the lingering brightness the Huntsman's kiss left on his lips.
Reaching out for the wall in front of him if only so that his hands might remain steady, Remi hears just how fluttery and frail his breathing sounds as his body responds to Ronin's kisses and nips. Downy feathers sprout in the Huntsman's wake, golden and shivering with anticipation, as his back arches and his muscles spasm with restraint. With a sound that's a mix between disbelief and amusement, Remi shakes his head slightly before being abruptly tugged back. Releasing the wall and instead letting one hand reach around to grab Ronin's shoulder while the other claws into the ceiling, Remi lets his head tilt back as he moans breathlessly.
"Gods I want you," Remi replies instantly. Though the heat in his belly and pulsing from the base of his cock is nearly broiling, his cheeks feel hot, too. It's as though something about this is different, not that he has the capacity to say how. "I want to be had by you." He wanted a thousand other things too; to cum so hard that the wagon dissolved, to feel Ronin fill him, and then some, to gag on his husband's cock while being fucked by him, to tear the roof off the wagon or break his claws in the wood. "I want you more than I want to breathe." Remi adds, helplessly and indeed quite breathless. Shifting his hips backward as if he might somehow catch Ronin unaware, the Lullaby clasps the fingers of his ruined hand against the Huntsman's shoulder.
Reaching out for the wall in front of him if only so that his hands might remain steady, Remi hears just how fluttery and frail his breathing sounds as his body responds to Ronin's kisses and nips. Downy feathers sprout in the Huntsman's wake, golden and shivering with anticipation, as his back arches and his muscles spasm with restraint. With a sound that's a mix between disbelief and amusement, Remi shakes his head slightly before being abruptly tugged back. Releasing the wall and instead letting one hand reach around to grab Ronin's shoulder while the other claws into the ceiling, Remi lets his head tilt back as he moans breathlessly.
"Gods I want you," Remi replies instantly. Though the heat in his belly and pulsing from the base of his cock is nearly broiling, his cheeks feel hot, too. It's as though something about this is different, not that he has the capacity to say how. "I want to be had by you." He wanted a thousand other things too; to cum so hard that the wagon dissolved, to feel Ronin fill him, and then some, to gag on his husband's cock while being fucked by him, to tear the roof off the wagon or break his claws in the wood. "I want you more than I want to breathe." Remi adds, helplessly and indeed quite breathless. Shifting his hips backward as if he might somehow catch Ronin unaware, the Lullaby clasps the fingers of his ruined hand against the Huntsman's shoulder.
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.
