the things we hold are always the first to go
"Ah, yes," Ronin murmurs, pretending not to notice the chaotic morph of Remi's fingers in lieu of pressing coffee-warmed lips to the space just behind his ear. "That's right, I was." And as the Lullaby turns to embrace him properly, it's with a kiss slow and hungry enough to put any dream to shame that he captures his lips.
Humming a note of affectionate need, Ronin shifts to press Remi down into the bed, his body stretched over the other man's, his hands as gentle as they are eager. And as parts of their bodies that are very much awake press and tease against one another, he breaks their kiss with a soft gasp directed against the side of Remi's neck.
"Tell me how you want me," he whispers, his smile one that his husband will feel rather than see.
Humming a note of affectionate need, Ronin shifts to press Remi down into the bed, his body stretched over the other man's, his hands as gentle as they are eager. And as parts of their bodies that are very much awake press and tease against one another, he breaks their kiss with a soft gasp directed against the side of Remi's neck.
"Tell me how you want me," he whispers, his smile one that his husband will feel rather than see.
