RONIN
the dark star
Ronin begs to differ - he might be the one in the driver's seat this time, but it's absolutely the man in his arms who's responsible for the way his mind whites out and the ecstasy that crackles up and through the backs of his legs. Remi cums and Ronin isn't far behind, pitching forward hard and having to work to both breathe and hold his husband aloft even as every nerve sparks and unspools, leaving him panting in the wake of his climax.
It feels like they're here forever, the Huntsman clasping the other man against his chest, his muscles screaming a protest that his mind is too overwhelmed to hear, and it's with a gruff moan against the side of Remi's neck that Ronin finally comes back to himself. He crumples onto the bed as gently as he can, his arms still very much twined around his husband, though his hands drift away from the Lullaby's throat (and his cock) to wrap around him properly instead.
There are no words for this; only the galloping of his heartbeat and the sweat beading down his spine, and the soft and careful kisses he presses to Remi's shoulder.
It feels like they're here forever, the Huntsman clasping the other man against his chest, his muscles screaming a protest that his mind is too overwhelmed to hear, and it's with a gruff moan against the side of Remi's neck that Ronin finally comes back to himself. He crumples onto the bed as gently as he can, his arms still very much twined around his husband, though his hands drift away from the Lullaby's throat (and his cock) to wrap around him properly instead.
There are no words for this; only the galloping of his heartbeat and the sweat beading down his spine, and the soft and careful kisses he presses to Remi's shoulder.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
