there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
It's with a smile that can't help but be amused that Ronin gazes down at his husband, the Huntsman shivering out a laugh and leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the other man's lips. You already have me, he reminds him, softly nipping at Remi's lower lip. You don't need to worry about me going anywhere. Granted, telling the Lullaby to just relax and enjoy it is at odds with who and what he is, though that won't stop Ronin from trying.
That being said, as the Huntsman eases himself forward and finally eliminates every inch of space between them, he has to try his best not to eat his own words. A stifled moan makes its way past his lips, his fingers flinching in the blankets as he forces a pace that has no chance of scratching the itch they both feel. Well, no, that isn't exactly true - it absolutely will take them there and well beyond that, if they can make it that far.
Ronin liked their odds until a second ago, and now he wants nothing more than to wrap Remi's legs around his hips and to fuck him hard enough that the bedframe splinters into the wall of their boat.
That being said, as the Huntsman eases himself forward and finally eliminates every inch of space between them, he has to try his best not to eat his own words. A stifled moan makes its way past his lips, his fingers flinching in the blankets as he forces a pace that has no chance of scratching the itch they both feel. Well, no, that isn't exactly true - it absolutely will take them there and well beyond that, if they can make it that far.
Ronin liked their odds until a second ago, and now he wants nothing more than to wrap Remi's legs around his hips and to fuck him hard enough that the bedframe splinters into the wall of their boat.
RONIN
