the things we hold are always the first to go
"That's exactly what I thought," Ronin - the real one - agrees despite knowing the truth, tilting his head to welcome the press of Remi's lips against his throat. His projection meanwhile is pottering about to get their coffee started, allowing the Nova to stretch and fit himself snug against his husband. "I suppose I should contact Deimos about it, though. After coffee. And you." Mainly the latter.
Shifting just enough to let himself sprawl atop the other man, it's easy to forget the urgency of this development with strong hands and sweet lips swarming his skin. "I don't think I've slept that well in a long time," he remarks. "We should make this a Longnight tradition."
Peeping over at the projection and the progress of their coffee, Ronin grumbles his impatience but does nothing to speed things along.
Shifting just enough to let himself sprawl atop the other man, it's easy to forget the urgency of this development with strong hands and sweet lips swarming his skin. "I don't think I've slept that well in a long time," he remarks. "We should make this a Longnight tradition."
Peeping over at the projection and the progress of their coffee, Ronin grumbles his impatience but does nothing to speed things along.
