Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Remi doesn't have to say it twice, Ronin's fingers growing slack against the headboard as the other man adjusts him, and it's with an audible hitch of breath that he finds himself flush against his partner. The new position unlocks a fresh wave of desire that crashes right down to the tips of his toes, Ronin's head lolling back, his free hand coming up to cover the wendigo's around his throat.
"Fuck me harder," he all but begs, close enough for the words to practically trickle into Remi's ears. "Fuck me like you mean it." Because this is what he's been craving, he realises - as well as the intimacy, of course - but there's nothing like being properly taken and had, and he feels as though Remi is more than up to the task now that they've been able to 'practice' a little.
"Fuck me harder," he all but begs, close enough for the words to practically trickle into Remi's ears. "Fuck me like you mean it." Because this is what he's been craving, he realises - as well as the intimacy, of course - but there's nothing like being properly taken and had, and he feels as though Remi is more than up to the task now that they've been able to 'practice' a little.
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
