even my darkness shines for you
Lifting his chin at the tube of paint in the same way one might do to a sword levelled at them, Ronin nonetheless waits expectantly for his husband to make his choice, whatever that happens to be (and with whatever consequences). Scoffing as his kisses are summarily shrugged away once they begin, the Knight can at least attest to the fact that the paint is, in fact, quite cold.
He doesn't shrink away from the Baston's ministrations, but he does jump a bit as the pigment is streaked across his skin at first, unconsciously huddling closer - and perhaps transferring a smudge of blue onto Remi as a result, so sue him. "Should we?" he asks, voice pitched a little higher as his eyebrows raise to disappear beneath his dark hair. "In Deepfrost?"
Laughing and letting out a deep and stoic breath that has him starting to relax into the brushstrokes of his husband's fingers, it isn't long before Ronin can tune out the temperature for the feel of the man using him as a canvas. And maybe Remi is at risk of becoming bluer by the second, if the way the Knight keeps trying to sneak kisses is any indication.
He doesn't shrink away from the Baston's ministrations, but he does jump a bit as the pigment is streaked across his skin at first, unconsciously huddling closer - and perhaps transferring a smudge of blue onto Remi as a result, so sue him. "Should we?" he asks, voice pitched a little higher as his eyebrows raise to disappear beneath his dark hair. "In Deepfrost?"
Laughing and letting out a deep and stoic breath that has him starting to relax into the brushstrokes of his husband's fingers, it isn't long before Ronin can tune out the temperature for the feel of the man using him as a canvas. And maybe Remi is at risk of becoming bluer by the second, if the way the Knight keeps trying to sneak kisses is any indication.
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