Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"You're not a monster," Ronin murmurs into the fraction of space between them, one hand trailing down the wendigo's chest, the other very gently grasping his jaw so he might lean up off the bed for a kiss. "However you want," he mumbles against the other man's lips, before silencing himself for a few moments in a kiss as soft as it is passionate.
Breathless as he draws back, its with a mixture of impatience and reluctance that he parts from Remi enough to shift onto his side, hissing in a stuttering breath to feel the press of the other man's erection suddenly against him. "I was hoping this would happen," he says hastily, as if to clarify for the wendigo. "So I'm ready, whenever you are." Ready in all the ways that matter, and definitely in all the ways that involve wanting Remi right the fuck now.
Breathless as he draws back, its with a mixture of impatience and reluctance that he parts from Remi enough to shift onto his side, hissing in a stuttering breath to feel the press of the other man's erection suddenly against him. "I was hoping this would happen," he says hastily, as if to clarify for the wendigo. "So I'm ready, whenever you are." Ready in all the ways that matter, and definitely in all the ways that involve wanting Remi right the fuck now.
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
