the white knight
Still panting hard through his nose, as Remi surfaces it's a relief to have his arms replace the tentacles that had been holding Ronin in place, given that the Knight's limbs are barely cooperating right now. All but folding into the other man's embrace, his lips at least still know what to do, even as they twitch towards a frown at the Bastion's preemptive brush-off. Only when he's sure he can get his feet to tread water again does he part from Remi, nose brushing against his cheek, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
"As kinks go, I'm not sure exhibitionism is one of mine," he whispers, sneaking another kiss to the corner of his mouth. If what they'd just done could even be called exhibitionism, given that the objective was to not let people know what was happening. "Live and learn," he continues regardless, reaching down with one hand to tuck himself back into his shorts. "We do still have a problem, though."
"As kinks go, I'm not sure exhibitionism is one of mine," he whispers, sneaking another kiss to the corner of his mouth. If what they'd just done could even be called exhibitionism, given that the objective was to not let people know what was happening. "Live and learn," he continues regardless, reaching down with one hand to tuck himself back into his shorts. "We do still have a problem, though."
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
