you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Flushed and undone, Ronin all but presses into the fingers that clasp so close to his throat, as if begging Remi to slice some more pleasure in the wake of his talons. With wild blue eyes that are only for his husband (only ever for Remi, for now until the stars fall), he's wordless and breathless at the height of his own climax. It's lucky, really, that the alchemist is so handy (er, tentacle-y?), because there's barely an ounce of sense left in Ronin to consider helping his partner along. He'd apologise, but they both know he wouldn't know what he was sorry for right now.
Ronin cums with a burst of starlight behind his eyes, burying himself deeply against any and all resistance Remi offers. He feels as though his heart might gallop right out of his chest, and if the other man doesn't release him, he's liable to end up choking himself to unconsciousness with the way he leans into the Lullaby's grip.
Ronin cums with a burst of starlight behind his eyes, burying himself deeply against any and all resistance Remi offers. He feels as though his heart might gallop right out of his chest, and if the other man doesn't release him, he's liable to end up choking himself to unconsciousness with the way he leans into the Lullaby's grip.
The huntsman
