i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time
but i flicker from time to time
God, the puns about Ronin going vs Remi coming would be so easy to make, and really it's an indication of just how much the Lullaby is trying to corral his thoughts that there's only a shiver of colour through their bond that indications this small ripple of boyish humour. Well, that is part of the problem.. Remi manages, as his toes curl and he flexes the muscles of his calves hard enough that they cramp painfully. It keeps him in place though, even if every instinct he has wants to force his husband onto his knees that the Lullaby might sweep around him and end this torture once and for all.
That probably explains the lengthy moan of satisfaction that splits Remi's lips as Ronin finally brings them fully together. The Lullaby's fingertips tighten against the Huntsman's lower back at the same time as one of Remi's legs tangles up and over his husband's hips near enough to almost touch his own hand. "Gods, I love you like this." The Lullaby pants; so often it was Remi doing the taking, that having their roles reversed was a welcome change. All the more so when Ronin wasn't fucking him back into senses, or in some desperate act of need. The Huntsman was right of course, that unrushed felt much better, but it did little to soothe Remi's inclination to reach down with both hands to grab his husband's ass, as if he might simply use Ronin as a tool to fuck himself with, such was the wildfire pooling between his thighs.
That probably explains the lengthy moan of satisfaction that splits Remi's lips as Ronin finally brings them fully together. The Lullaby's fingertips tighten against the Huntsman's lower back at the same time as one of Remi's legs tangles up and over his husband's hips near enough to almost touch his own hand. "Gods, I love you like this." The Lullaby pants; so often it was Remi doing the taking, that having their roles reversed was a welcome change. All the more so when Ronin wasn't fucking him back into senses, or in some desperate act of need. The Huntsman was right of course, that unrushed felt much better, but it did little to soothe Remi's inclination to reach down with both hands to grab his husband's ass, as if he might simply use Ronin as a tool to fuck himself with, such was the wildfire pooling between his thighs.
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.
