even my darkness shines for you
"You dip your sandwiches in wine, you wouldn't know art if it slapped you in the face with paint!" Ronin retorts, and by the flailing of his yellow-gold hand, he might really be the art in question if he isn't careful. Luckily he manages only to streak his husband with colour across the shoulder and back rather than the cheek and mouth, and as he's pulled against the Bastion, the other man will also find some very interesting handprints against his ass.
"You know," he admits, his own laughter joining Remi's as he follows his gaze to the canvas, "I did think that as well, but I just assumed you were being thorough." Still, as if to ensure they've made the effort, Ronin does flick some of the yellow paint from the tube at the canvas, where it flecks prettily across the pristine white. "Now you," he says, before making it a good deal more difficult by interrupting the process with a kiss.
"You know," he admits, his own laughter joining Remi's as he follows his gaze to the canvas, "I did think that as well, but I just assumed you were being thorough." Still, as if to ensure they've made the effort, Ronin does flick some of the yellow paint from the tube at the canvas, where it flecks prettily across the pristine white. "Now you," he says, before making it a good deal more difficult by interrupting the process with a kiss.
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