you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"No buckles, then. Maybe just a lot of buttons," Ronin suggests, his lips lingering against the shell of Remi's ear while his fingers march down his chest, opening his shirt as they go. "Mm, I know you did. Then we'll keep our rings - I'll just have to make sure I get you a wedding gift. One you'll really like." Three guesses what that might be.
The hand around the Lullaby's cock moves in earnest now, matching the shift of Remi's hips, but it never strays beyond the slow pace of a lazy afternoon (not yet, anyway). "Gods, you have no right to feel this good," he whispers, his free hand sneaking its back back up across the other man's bare chest towards the scars at his throat.
It's a shame, really, that he's so occupied with Remi - it means his own arousal remains caged uncomfortably between them. Ronin is hardly complaining, though.
The hand around the Lullaby's cock moves in earnest now, matching the shift of Remi's hips, but it never strays beyond the slow pace of a lazy afternoon (not yet, anyway). "Gods, you have no right to feel this good," he whispers, his free hand sneaking its back back up across the other man's bare chest towards the scars at his throat.
It's a shame, really, that he's so occupied with Remi - it means his own arousal remains caged uncomfortably between them. Ronin is hardly complaining, though.
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