Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
It isn't often that Ronin is able to be the little shit of their duo, and gods help him but he really is enjoying himself. "How rude," he announces as the other man points just to the left of where he really is, grinning as he wades through the water and carefully orients himself away from the Bastion's questing tentacles. "Are you trying to say I smell?" he inquires as he dances away from said tentacles, trying to get himself behind Remi as he ferries himself forward.
Luckily he's able to propel himself through the water enough to reach his husband, arms outstretched to snag him from behind to wrestle him against his bare chest. "Polo," he hisses against the shell of his ear, before his lips are busy pressing hot kisses to his cheek, neck and down towards his collarbone. So sue Ronin - he can't help himself, not when Remi is trying so hard to find him.
Luckily he's able to propel himself through the water enough to reach his husband, arms outstretched to snag him from behind to wrestle him against his bare chest. "Polo," he hisses against the shell of his ear, before his lips are busy pressing hot kisses to his cheek, neck and down towards his collarbone. So sue Ronin - he can't help himself, not when Remi is trying so hard to find him.
