I swear I still believe but I don't know
Gods, it’s bliss. Ronin savours it, every moan that forms on Remi’s lips, every breath spent on the Star’s name, the other man’s accent wrapping exquisitely around it. He doesn’t try to hide his own enjoyment either; each thrust draws a groan of pleasure, Ronin’s fingers clutching desperately around Remi’s arm, driving himself deeper, filling him more and setting off fireworks behind his eyes.
The storm is roaring and fuck if Remi isn’t singing to it, Ronin lost in the buck and sway of their melody. His husband is taut like a bowstring, one that he plays expertly, even with the telltale pressure starting to build at the base of his spine. But fuck, Ronin doesn’t want to stop any of this; he doesn’t want to give this moment up, having Remi in his arms moaning into the night, with nothing but the sweat beading on their bodies and the fever heat of sex between them.
But it has to end, unless they find a way to ride this infinitely, and unfortunately Ronin hasn’t discovered that particular skill yet. ”Fuck,” he whispers, the pull of his orgasm starting to throb through the length of his cock, like a spring ready to snap at any moment. His control begins to slip, his thrusts growing more frantic, more needy, and he presses his lips against Remi’s ear. ”Cum for me,” he demands, as if Remi’s release gives him permission for his own.
The storm is roaring and fuck if Remi isn’t singing to it, Ronin lost in the buck and sway of their melody. His husband is taut like a bowstring, one that he plays expertly, even with the telltale pressure starting to build at the base of his spine. But fuck, Ronin doesn’t want to stop any of this; he doesn’t want to give this moment up, having Remi in his arms moaning into the night, with nothing but the sweat beading on their bodies and the fever heat of sex between them.
But it has to end, unless they find a way to ride this infinitely, and unfortunately Ronin hasn’t discovered that particular skill yet. ”Fuck,” he whispers, the pull of his orgasm starting to throb through the length of his cock, like a spring ready to snap at any moment. His control begins to slip, his thrusts growing more frantic, more needy, and he presses his lips against Remi’s ear. ”Cum for me,” he demands, as if Remi’s release gives him permission for his own.
the dark star
