arms give away your need
”It does feel different,” Ronin agrees with a warm smile, head turning to watch his husband’s fingers flicker over the ink that peeks out from his shirt. He presses his smile to Remi’s chest once he has sufficiently unbuttoned his shirt, kissing every scar and freckle he can find, savouring the heat and strange realness of him, even in a dream state. ”I love you, Remi Taliesin,” he murmurs against his chest, cheeks flushing as he’s finally able to let his hands whisper over bare skin.
It’s a frustration born of love, the growing tightness in his pants, and Ronin slides up the length of Remi’s body so he can sit properly astride him, carefully unknotting the cravat from around his neck. ”It’s a shame. I’d have liked to wine you and dine you first. Maybe afterwards.” He winks.
It’s a frustration born of love, the growing tightness in his pants, and Ronin slides up the length of Remi’s body so he can sit properly astride him, carefully unknotting the cravat from around his neck. ”It’s a shame. I’d have liked to wine you and dine you first. Maybe afterwards.” He winks.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
