Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"I might have some idea," Ronin murmurs, not wanting to get into the particulars of remember when Morgan showed up topside and I was on my knees, because they're having a good time this afternoon. "And I really don't think you do," he adds, regarding how the wendigo currently looks. The words are whispered - barely - against Remi's lips, and as he's corralled back into a hungry kiss, the hunter is hardly going to complain.
Grinding his hips against Remi's and feeling, at last, the sort of heat and pressure that might lead to even better things, it's with a soft moan that Ronin lets his concentration lapse. Releasing the wendigo's wrists so he might properly blanket him with his body, the hunter is far more interested in pinning other parts of Remi's body against his own.
Grinding his hips against Remi's and feeling, at last, the sort of heat and pressure that might lead to even better things, it's with a soft moan that Ronin lets his concentration lapse. Releasing the wendigo's wrists so he might properly blanket him with his body, the hunter is far more interested in pinning other parts of Remi's body against his own.
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
