I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Wh..." Thoroughly twitterpated and cut off by his own moan of pleasure as Remi shifts atop him, Ronin is left wondering what the other man wants from him while simultaneously feeling as though he'd give him anything and everything (especially if it means being able to stay like this for longer). With his lips forming a playful You are, are you? only for it to melt into another huff of breath, he tilts his head back into the pillows to give Remi more room to kiss and touch.
"I thought I was meant to be the handsy one at this time of year," he mumbles, just about able to twine his fingers through the back of Remi's curls before the other man swarms him again, leaving the Nova painted by lips and hands while strong fingers dig at the stress that feels permanently locked against his muscles. "It brought you to-- fuck..." Fingers flinching in Remi's hair, Ronin is doing his very best to stay focused (honest).
"Mm... Mort made you his what...?" Half gasping the remark and considering, for a second, fighting Remi's hands into behaving themselves for a moment - and then promptly deciding against it - Ronin blinks up at his husband. "He... are you alright? Did anything bad happen?" He can't be blamed for assuming it, sorry.
"I thought I was meant to be the handsy one at this time of year," he mumbles, just about able to twine his fingers through the back of Remi's curls before the other man swarms him again, leaving the Nova painted by lips and hands while strong fingers dig at the stress that feels permanently locked against his muscles. "It brought you to-- fuck..." Fingers flinching in Remi's hair, Ronin is doing his very best to stay focused (honest).
"Mm... Mort made you his what...?" Half gasping the remark and considering, for a second, fighting Remi's hands into behaving themselves for a moment - and then promptly deciding against it - Ronin blinks up at his husband. "He... are you alright? Did anything bad happen?" He can't be blamed for assuming it, sorry.
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