shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin couldn’t be sure of anything at present, let alone the state of the pulse thundering in his ears and throbbing deep in the base of his cock. Remi came and his husband wasn’t far behind, the astral projection blessedly flickering out (lest the alchemist choke) as Ronin’s concentration fell to nothing. The hunter’s orgasm rocked through him once, twice, and again as he buried himself deeply within Remi, his cheek pressed against the other man’s thigh, his eyes fluttering shut. The only sound in the room, for an impossible amount of time (to Ronin), was their laboured breathing. ”I don’t know what actually happened there,” he managed eventually, his words escaping in a quick and breathy stream, ”but fuck if I don’t want to do it again.” And again. And again. Moaning softly as he withdrew from Remi, the hunter collapsed down beside his husband, his arms finding their way around him to pull him close. ”That was insane.”