Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
He doesn't know what stai zitto means but by the other man's tone Ronin seems to get the idea, his lips softly parted as he gazes up at Remi. Inhaling a stuttering breath at the hand that suddenly slips around his throat, the hunter is reminded all too clearly not of what Remi is and isn't, but what he is in addition to the other parts of himself that lurk in his blood, sedated by scientific magic.
It's with silent understanding that Ronin is softly compliant in the wendigo's grip, despite the clear green of his eyes or the flush on his cheeks or the way his body feels so real against his own. And as Remi leans in he's under no illusion about what's on the other man's mind; unable to lean up to meet him, Ronin accepts the kiss with gentle lips and a tongue more than happy to say the things words can't.
Humming soft approval, unlike Remi the hunter's hands are free to roam; one of them curls around his lower back, the other slipping along the length of his thigh as if to anchor him there.
It's with silent understanding that Ronin is softly compliant in the wendigo's grip, despite the clear green of his eyes or the flush on his cheeks or the way his body feels so real against his own. And as Remi leans in he's under no illusion about what's on the other man's mind; unable to lean up to meet him, Ronin accepts the kiss with gentle lips and a tongue more than happy to say the things words can't.
Humming soft approval, unlike Remi the hunter's hands are free to roam; one of them curls around his lower back, the other slipping along the length of his thigh as if to anchor him there.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
