I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Brushing his nose against Remi's, the Huntsman lets his smile become just a little lopsided, even as the light within him pulses brighter. "You don't have to tell me twice," he whispers, leaving a kiss against the corner of his mouth before bending dutifully to his task. Starlight lips track every mark and bruise carved out by a literal walking cliffside, and Ronin's fingers are as gentle as they are loving in his efforts to shed them of the rest of their clothes.
After he's balled every garment up and tossed it aside, its with further kisses that he works his way back up the Lullaby's thighs and stomach, for once more interested in the beating heart and the soft lips that beckon him than the more obvious implications of loving Remi. Nothing else matters right now, he murmurs into the other man's mind, even as his tongue writes love letters into Remi's mouth.
Just you and me, right here. That's all.
After he's balled every garment up and tossed it aside, its with further kisses that he works his way back up the Lullaby's thighs and stomach, for once more interested in the beating heart and the soft lips that beckon him than the more obvious implications of loving Remi. Nothing else matters right now, he murmurs into the other man's mind, even as his tongue writes love letters into Remi's mouth.
Just you and me, right here. That's all.
RONIN
