you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me The groan of pleasure that leaves Ronin’s throat is a carnal thing, the Star wanting to respond to his husband, wanting to tell him that he’s perfect and that he can never ever stop what he’s doing, but all ability to speak is stolen away with the feel of strong fingers on tense muscles. His knees grow weak with it, Ronin melting back against his partner’s chest, turning his head to kiss his cheek. ”I think I’d appreciate this wherever we were,” he objects, his words a bit slurred and his smile so stupidly besotted that he might as well be a love struck teenager. ”Mmm... no, she’s not said to avoid them,” he says. ”I decided not to use them, but when Safrin told me about LongNight, I used them to get back to the Grounds. Why’d you ask?”