you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
You don't have to give anything up. You can just have me like this, again and again and again, Ronin whispers into his husband's mind, his mental voice equal parts wicked and desperately loving. Because especially here and now, when things are done in terms of the war, when there's just the two of them and this sprawl of wildflowers... why the fuck not?
Of course, any semblance of coherent thought disappears as he eases himself forward, consumed by the heat and feel of Remi all around him, within and without. Slowly he can do, at first, but especially in this of all seasons, Ronin is much more accustomed to chasing a high than needlessly prolonging pleasure. Unable to respond with words, the incoherent moan against Remi's shoulder will have to act as his response; because of course he wants the Lullaby, and wants him badly.
Withdrawing just enough only to snap his hips forward again, the tension of not going (literally) buck wild is evident in the ripple of muscle along his shoulders and upper back, in the way he holds his breath to pace himself, in the tremble of the arm braced over Remi's head. It's not to say that his pace is slow by any means, but if left to his own devices, Ronin is at risk of letting it become bruising.
Of course, any semblance of coherent thought disappears as he eases himself forward, consumed by the heat and feel of Remi all around him, within and without. Slowly he can do, at first, but especially in this of all seasons, Ronin is much more accustomed to chasing a high than needlessly prolonging pleasure. Unable to respond with words, the incoherent moan against Remi's shoulder will have to act as his response; because of course he wants the Lullaby, and wants him badly.
Withdrawing just enough only to snap his hips forward again, the tension of not going (literally) buck wild is evident in the ripple of muscle along his shoulders and upper back, in the way he holds his breath to pace himself, in the tremble of the arm braced over Remi's head. It's not to say that his pace is slow by any means, but if left to his own devices, Ronin is at risk of letting it become bruising.
The huntsman
