RONIN
While Remi half considers yanking on Ronin's balls and the Huntsman wonders if he'll ever put the ningo in the oven (another euphemism, perhaps?), it soon becomes evident from his husband's words that, in this beautiful and golden stretch of time spent together, they might have just discovered something... new.
Emboldened by the whisper running like silk across his ears and the hesitant, yes-no-maybe energy he can feel warbling through Remi's body, Ronin sinks down to kneel properly beside the other man. His free hand drifts down to hold onto Remi's arm, keeping it positioned palm-up, before - and there was never any doubt, given their shared history - running his fingertips across the undulating rows of suction cups.
"Like that?" he wonders, and then wonders again despite how the childish part of him wants to recoil from it - I wonder what would happen if I used my lips?
Emboldened by the whisper running like silk across his ears and the hesitant, yes-no-maybe energy he can feel warbling through Remi's body, Ronin sinks down to kneel properly beside the other man. His free hand drifts down to hold onto Remi's arm, keeping it positioned palm-up, before - and there was never any doubt, given their shared history - running his fingertips across the undulating rows of suction cups.
"Like that?" he wonders, and then wonders again despite how the childish part of him wants to recoil from it - I wonder what would happen if I used my lips?
one more wish for you
