you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
It's Ronin's blood, and the bright pain is an exquisite chaser on the heels of ecstasy. He cums hard, the hand gripping Remi's hips punctuated with talons that threaten to break the skin, his breath caught in his chest for what feels like long enough that he might suffocate and pass out happy.
Finally choking out a gasp after a small eternity, his head falls against the crook of Remi's neck, the Huntsman caught in the tangle of right the fuck now and feeling stubbornly reluctant to leave their little bubble of pleasure. He could squeeze out more from the both of them if only he tried hard enough, right?
Eventually, panting and dizzy with bliss and probably a lack of oxygen, Ronin paints scarlet kisses against his husband's skin, his hands warm and soft and very human once more as they drift up Remi's sides and around to his wings. You're so gods damned beautiful, he hums, even his mental voice sounding sweetly befuddled and slurred.
Finally choking out a gasp after a small eternity, his head falls against the crook of Remi's neck, the Huntsman caught in the tangle of right the fuck now and feeling stubbornly reluctant to leave their little bubble of pleasure. He could squeeze out more from the both of them if only he tried hard enough, right?
Eventually, panting and dizzy with bliss and probably a lack of oxygen, Ronin paints scarlet kisses against his husband's skin, his hands warm and soft and very human once more as they drift up Remi's sides and around to his wings. You're so gods damned beautiful, he hums, even his mental voice sounding sweetly befuddled and slurred.
RONIN
