RONIN
the darkstar
"Wow, just pile on the pressure why don't you." Ronin chuckles, though he's already mentally making a note about how tall Mateo is and how large a bone he will need to bring home to satisfy the demands of his husband and his son. "I will bring you as many souvenirs as I can manage," he promises - suddenly the trek into the desert is exciting again.
And Ronin wastes no time as Remi relaxes against him at last, his hands slipping beneath his husband's thighs so he can get to his feet and carry them off to their bedroom. "Mm," he hums, pressing another kiss to the other man's throat. "Say it again, but in the travelling tongue?" And if that isn't an indication of what they might be doing for the rest of the evening, he doesn't know what is.
~FIN
And Ronin wastes no time as Remi relaxes against him at last, his hands slipping beneath his husband's thighs so he can get to his feet and carry them off to their bedroom. "Mm," he hums, pressing another kiss to the other man's throat. "Say it again, but in the travelling tongue?" And if that isn't an indication of what they might be doing for the rest of the evening, he doesn't know what is.
~FIN
