RONIN
"I meant the secret Northaven lover thing," Ronin quips, his laughter equally as gleeful. "Though a badly fitting dragon costume might be an idea. I could never dress as a knight though - I remember our wedding night, and all the trouble those buckles gave you," he remarks, wiggling his eyebrows. Dream sex can come after real wine, and Ronin is happy to be the fountain from which said wine pours.
"As a waterfall, I can only agree with that description," Ronin shoots back; being hard and heavy is hardly an insult coming from Remi, of course. "And yes, I really have," he adds, weighing up the options of continuing to drown his husband in wine but deciding that their boundaries don't need that kind of testing.
Lifting the flask back when Remi indicates, it still doesn't stop the Huntsman from leaning in to taste said wine from his lover's lips. "It always seems sweeter this way."
"As a waterfall, I can only agree with that description," Ronin shoots back; being hard and heavy is hardly an insult coming from Remi, of course. "And yes, I really have," he adds, weighing up the options of continuing to drown his husband in wine but deciding that their boundaries don't need that kind of testing.
Lifting the flask back when Remi indicates, it still doesn't stop the Huntsman from leaning in to taste said wine from his lover's lips. "It always seems sweeter this way."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
