there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
I promise I'm not trying to make anything difficult, Ronin sings back into his husband's mind, having to force a moment to breathe between kisses, though there's nothing he'd rather do than devour the man before him. If he were more awake he might have said he didn't want to make anything hard, but not only would it be a terrible pun, it would be a lie as well.
Even so, as though sensing the tension quickly snapping through his husband's body, now it's Ronin's turn to try and coax it back through soft touches and slow kisses. It's a rare euphoria, to submit to pleasure rather than try to claw and fight and bruise their way towards it (as is their usual custom), and a morning like this one deserves that heady, overwhelming sort of ecstasy.
And so even while he's encouraging the tilt of Remi's hips and letting his hand drift south to adjust their positions, it's punctuated by the poetry he writes against the other man's tongue and the gentle movements of his body. There's no reason to rush, no reason to feel rushed.
Even so, as though sensing the tension quickly snapping through his husband's body, now it's Ronin's turn to try and coax it back through soft touches and slow kisses. It's a rare euphoria, to submit to pleasure rather than try to claw and fight and bruise their way towards it (as is their usual custom), and a morning like this one deserves that heady, overwhelming sort of ecstasy.
And so even while he's encouraging the tilt of Remi's hips and letting his hand drift south to adjust their positions, it's punctuated by the poetry he writes against the other man's tongue and the gentle movements of his body. There's no reason to rush, no reason to feel rushed.
RONIN
