you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Remi doesn't have to tell him twice, Ronin letting the trajectory of his lips fall along the scruff of his husband's jawline and down his neck, pressing lovingly against the scars that silver his throat. "We should probably stop if we really want to savour this," he points out while doing absolutely nothing of the sort, smiling against the Lullaby's collarbone only to softly gasp and press his teeth into his skin at the friction growing between them.
At least he'll ensure there is no ripping of clothing, his hand withdrawing from Remi's shirt only to very carefully unbutton it, letting his fingers spread in a starburst along a scarred chest. His lips part to speak only to be caught once again by the Lullaby, and Ronin has n ever been so happy to be taken captive in his life. He'd said he loved the man beneath him dangerously, and he means it. No matter what the world throws at them, Remi comes first, and that's more true now than it ever has been.
There's more they could talk about - more than Mort has happened since they last took a trip out here - but suddenly none of it feels important.
At least he'll ensure there is no ripping of clothing, his hand withdrawing from Remi's shirt only to very carefully unbutton it, letting his fingers spread in a starburst along a scarred chest. His lips part to speak only to be caught once again by the Lullaby, and Ronin has n ever been so happy to be taken captive in his life. He'd said he loved the man beneath him dangerously, and he means it. No matter what the world throws at them, Remi comes first, and that's more true now than it ever has been.
There's more they could talk about - more than Mort has happened since they last took a trip out here - but suddenly none of it feels important.
The huntsman
