you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
With a hitch of breath and a silent snarl, Ronin decides not to fight against his husband's decision to keep them right where they are, the Huntsman's hands quite willingly reclaiming their former positions. "Fuck," he hisses, finding Remi suddenly and quite decadently all around him, his fingers flinching around the other man's cock as if suddenly infuriated by the pace he's set.
Growling into the crook of Remi's shoulder, it's almost automatic for Ronin to lift his hips and meet every one of the Lullaby's movements, and gods if it doesn't seem unfair for this to feel so good. Already his hand is stroking out a faster rhythm, as if to coax Remi to follow suit, and the fact that they're both basically still fully clothed is an absolute travesty that he can do nothing about right now.
Growling into the crook of Remi's shoulder, it's almost automatic for Ronin to lift his hips and meet every one of the Lullaby's movements, and gods if it doesn't seem unfair for this to feel so good. Already his hand is stroking out a faster rhythm, as if to coax Remi to follow suit, and the fact that they're both basically still fully clothed is an absolute travesty that he can do nothing about right now.
RONIN
