i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
And so they roll and shift like this is some bit of choreography that they have down to a science; which is precisely what it is, actually. Pants and such are discarded, and though there's no more physical tension agitating the back of Remi's mind, his need for the Huntsman has only grown now that there are no more clothes between them to dampen the sensations.
Grinning, Remi's horny-teenager days were not quite so joyous as Ronin's were, and so while the feeling wasn't mutual, Remi certainly understood what his husband meant. gods, the things I would give up without a single thought if it meant having you like this again and again. The Lullaby laughs in response. Such was the tipping point he was on, between lust-fueled carelessness and maddening need.
Gripping his hand on Ronin's shoulder and using his tentacles to brace himself against the ground, Remi's hips rise. "Slowly-" He is able to plead into the shell of his husband's ear as he hooks one leg across the Huntsman's lower back. Slowly, because this part specifically had ever been his favourite. It was like the first high of some new drug, the first taste of something sweet, the first warm and long evening of summer; all things never to be matched again by what was to come. So it was with this. Being filled for the first time, having all of his nerves stroked and awakened, feeling the breath shoved up from his lungs and past his lips as if there was something more moving between them than just flesh. And when finally Ronin had surged as deeply as he could, only then did the Lullaby exhale fully, shakily, and with great satisfaction.
Gods I want you Because once that high had been meant, all there was left to do was chase it.
Grinning, Remi's horny-teenager days were not quite so joyous as Ronin's were, and so while the feeling wasn't mutual, Remi certainly understood what his husband meant. gods, the things I would give up without a single thought if it meant having you like this again and again. The Lullaby laughs in response. Such was the tipping point he was on, between lust-fueled carelessness and maddening need.
Gripping his hand on Ronin's shoulder and using his tentacles to brace himself against the ground, Remi's hips rise. "Slowly-" He is able to plead into the shell of his husband's ear as he hooks one leg across the Huntsman's lower back. Slowly, because this part specifically had ever been his favourite. It was like the first high of some new drug, the first taste of something sweet, the first warm and long evening of summer; all things never to be matched again by what was to come. So it was with this. Being filled for the first time, having all of his nerves stroked and awakened, feeling the breath shoved up from his lungs and past his lips as if there was something more moving between them than just flesh. And when finally Ronin had surged as deeply as he could, only then did the Lullaby exhale fully, shakily, and with great satisfaction.
Gods I want you Because once that high had been meant, all there was left to do was chase it.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
