I will fight the end
Allegedly, Ronin might have repeated in a drawl - the sort of which suggests that he absolutely doesn't believe the other man - had Remi not stepped forward in that moment. Inhaling sharply through his nose at the commoner's proximity but otherwise forcing his expression to remain unflinching, he swears he can feel the heat rippling off the man who invades his personal space.
And it's the touches that don't happen that feel the most tantalising, he realises - the way Remi's fingers brush against him and tease through the air around his body; the breath that whispers against the side of his neck, the tongue he knows is very skilled pointedly not pressing against his own.
As the other man's hand finally does press against him, Ronin tilts his hips into the touch automatically, and the breath he hisses out is one of outrage mingling with defeat.
Grasping Remi's jaw as if to turn his head to face him properly, whilst it's safe to say that Ronin takes the kiss from his mouth, it's an all-consuming thing that's as desperately sweet as it is greedy and brutish. Wanting nothing more than to wrap himself in a touch that feels suddenly forbidden, Ronin forces himself back to glance over his shoulder, checking for any errant merchants or nosy assistants.
And it's the touches that don't happen that feel the most tantalising, he realises - the way Remi's fingers brush against him and tease through the air around his body; the breath that whispers against the side of his neck, the tongue he knows is very skilled pointedly not pressing against his own.
As the other man's hand finally does press against him, Ronin tilts his hips into the touch automatically, and the breath he hisses out is one of outrage mingling with defeat.
Grasping Remi's jaw as if to turn his head to face him properly, whilst it's safe to say that Ronin takes the kiss from his mouth, it's an all-consuming thing that's as desperately sweet as it is greedy and brutish. Wanting nothing more than to wrap himself in a touch that feels suddenly forbidden, Ronin forces himself back to glance over his shoulder, checking for any errant merchants or nosy assistants.
'til the end is here
