RONIN
Melting into the kiss and letting his arms slip around Remi in turn, it's with gentle fingers carding through the other man's hair and a body more malleable to the Bastion's touch than anyone else's that Ronin allows himself to be urged backwards so the other man might set down his glass. "Mm?" he says, clearly not having heard Remi properly at first, only for a boyish grin to spread across his face when the words finally sink in.
"In my pocket?" he echoes, not needing to do much more than whisper, even as he reaches between them to pull out the waistband of his pants so Remi might look down and see his appropriately embroidered underwear. "Bold of you to assume that I wanted it to be anywhere else."
"In my pocket?" he echoes, not needing to do much more than whisper, even as he reaches between them to pull out the waistband of his pants so Remi might look down and see his appropriately embroidered underwear. "Bold of you to assume that I wanted it to be anywhere else."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
