the things we hold are always the first to go
A groan rumbled deep in Ronin's chest and throat - equal parts pleasure and frustration as Remi's hand reached its destination but didn't. Swearing and pulling at the vines in earnest now, Ronin didn't know whether to laugh or sob as his nerves began to fray, his cheek resting against one of his pinned arms when he finally gave up his struggles.
"Everything," he murmured through the echo and hiss of water. "I want it all. I want to fuck you, and be fucked by you. I want your hands all over me, your mouth, and I want mine all over you. I don't want to know where I end and you begin. Fuck, Remi... you're driving me crazy."
"Everything," he murmured through the echo and hiss of water. "I want it all. I want to fuck you, and be fucked by you. I want your hands all over me, your mouth, and I want mine all over you. I don't want to know where I end and you begin. Fuck, Remi... you're driving me crazy."
