long shadows

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

Remi's arms follow Ronin's wordless instructions, looping around the Huntsman's neck. Drawing their bodies close together, the friction of which is far less than being bound up by their clothes, and yet feels infinitely more exhilarating. Having shoved his underwear and pants down around his ankles, uncaring of just how juvenile and ridiculous he likely looks, Remi tugs Ronin close to press a rough kiss against the former-Star's lips as if the pressure he can create with his tongue might somehow be mimicked below. It isn't, because of course it isn't, but the heat is, and Remi feels a frustrated plume of desire rise like a scream in the back of his throat.

Twisting in his husband's arms that Remi's back might be pressed against his chest, feathers and fur trickle down his spine from the base of his neck like golden water that refuses to drip. Turning toward the mirror now, one hand braced against the side of it, Remi tugs at one of the Huntsman's hands, bringing Ronin's fingertips against his lips to impart affectionate and encouraging bites that threaten to change the Huntsman's fingerprints for their desperation and want. "I need to feel you," He begs in a shaky voice as his body shivers despite the heat rolling off of them.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)