what if I told you

and my heart ran away with me

"Nnnn." Remi agrees without much enthusiasm, far too enthralled in the intrepid path his husband's lips were taking to make light or jest about the implications of dreaming with someone else. He does sigh—just a touch—when the Nova's path heads northward again, though there isn't much disappointment in it. Instead, he presses the small of his back against his husband's hand despite the pressure there, as he snakes a leg over one of Ronin's to fix his position. "You started it." He whispers back sympathetically before his breath is stolen by the sudden press of Ronin's body against his.

Feeling his cheeks flush with heat in tandem with his stomach, the Lullaby's hands press symmetrically down either side of the Nova's back before coiling across his body in order to better pin them together. It is only because of this that Remi is able to keep the movement of his lips and tongue somewhat controlled: the flinching of his fingers against Ronin's sun-drenched skin seems to expel at least some of the boyish lust that the Nova's words have kindled.

Able to distantly hear the musical calls from merchant to merchant somewhere across the shallow waters, Remi slides his hand down Ronin's body, allowing it to fall passed the small of his back before climbing the swell of his ass where his fingers spread to find purchase.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)