even my darkness shines for you
"I'm sure we'll find ways to warm it up," Ronin says with a boyish laugh, wiggling out of his shirt and casting it aside on the sand, caring nothing for the state it and his other clothes might be in at the end of all this. And whilst the Knight might disagree - that there are definitely times where he'd undress his husband slowly and reverently, like a gift - here and now simply isn't one of them, and he's still laughing as he hops to try and kick off his pants.
More than content to be the canvas upon which Remi starts to paint, as he finds himself - at last - in a similar state of undress, Ronin doesn't need to be asked a second time. "Just remember, it's my turn after this," he warns, as if to pre-empt any mischief with matching energy, whatever the Bastion should decide. Nevertheless it's with a crooked smile that Ronin closes the distance between them, leaning in to drop a few kisses against the side of Remi's neck as he does so.
Whether this is meant to serve as encouragement or a distraction? He'll never tell.
More than content to be the canvas upon which Remi starts to paint, as he finds himself - at last - in a similar state of undress, Ronin doesn't need to be asked a second time. "Just remember, it's my turn after this," he warns, as if to pre-empt any mischief with matching energy, whatever the Bastion should decide. Nevertheless it's with a crooked smile that Ronin closes the distance between them, leaning in to drop a few kisses against the side of Remi's neck as he does so.
Whether this is meant to serve as encouragement or a distraction? He'll never tell.
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