you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
A shiver rolls up Ronin's back at the phantom dance of fingers along his shoulders; had he the wherewithal to speak he'd have assured the other man that he's had a lot longer to play around with his projection. As it is, though, he can barely keep his concentration on himselvesf, his fingers flinching around Remi's neck and his other hand tightening around his cock.
Gods, you're too much-- he manages - just about - even as the tenuous control he wields over himself begins to crumble. Arching up at the same time as his teeth sink into Remi's shoulder, the Lullaby will find himself very much able to bloody the projection's lips in a bruising kiss. Alas, that does count as an injury, and so only a second later, the construct becomes incorporeal and then flickers away to nothing.
More's the better in Ronin's opinion, because already his orgasm is crackling through the base of his spine and roaring low in his belly, and it's through the taste of copper that he pitches forward into ecstasy. His own wings do burst from his shoulders quite without permission, knocking trinkets off the bedside tables and the windowsills, not that he gives one single fuck.
Gods, you're too much-- he manages - just about - even as the tenuous control he wields over himself begins to crumble. Arching up at the same time as his teeth sink into Remi's shoulder, the Lullaby will find himself very much able to bloody the projection's lips in a bruising kiss. Alas, that does count as an injury, and so only a second later, the construct becomes incorporeal and then flickers away to nothing.
More's the better in Ronin's opinion, because already his orgasm is crackling through the base of his spine and roaring low in his belly, and it's through the taste of copper that he pitches forward into ecstasy. His own wings do burst from his shoulders quite without permission, knocking trinkets off the bedside tables and the windowsills, not that he gives one single fuck.
RONIN
