and on to the glory at my right hand
"I suppose you've got a point, there," Ronin murmurs with a crooked smile, brushing his cheek against Remi's once the Lullaby is done giving him nose kisses. "And there are different versions of derailed, Remi. On my feet, breathing and looking however which way, I still can't concentrate on anything else but you." And he really doesn't sound like he minds that one bit.
Which probably goes some way towards explaining his decision to gift his husband with another kiss, though his emotions shine warm and golden through to the other man. There is passion there (because when isn't there?), but it's the kind that begs to savour every touch and every moment, rather than to have and be had with haste enough that the world might as well be ending already.
"If only I'd had the foresight to put a bed in this office," he says, sighing.
Which probably goes some way towards explaining his decision to gift his husband with another kiss, though his emotions shine warm and golden through to the other man. There is passion there (because when isn't there?), but it's the kind that begs to savour every touch and every moment, rather than to have and be had with haste enough that the world might as well be ending already.
"If only I'd had the foresight to put a bed in this office," he says, sighing.
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