the white knight
"Mm, you did kiss me and hold me in your arms," Ronin admits freely, already leaning in for another taste of Remi's lips as if to remind himself of it - and to try and smooth away the grumpiness from his expression. "But I could feel the smug satisfaction underneath, make no mistake." It's with a soft chuckle that he draws back enough to continue mapping the other man's skin with his hands - given that the Knight is still slightly adrift in a post-orgasm stupor, one could argue that this is indeed just affection, but with some interesting side effects for Remi.
"Some would argue that it makes you a dom," he points out. "We'll get you a whip and a paddle and see if it gets you off." Maybe later, though - already Ronin is following Remi's gaze over his shoulder towards the thick mist and potential edge of the pools, and this time it's his turn to ferry them along. Alas, he has no tentacles to do the job, but Ronin is quite happy to swim the distance.
Soon enough the voices that had felt so close are muffled and inaudible, and the bodies that had become distinguishable through the steam are gone once more. Finding a more shallow spot, Ronin slips his arms back around Remi, fully intending to lift him onto the hot stone at the side of the springs.
"Some would argue that it makes you a dom," he points out. "We'll get you a whip and a paddle and see if it gets you off." Maybe later, though - already Ronin is following Remi's gaze over his shoulder towards the thick mist and potential edge of the pools, and this time it's his turn to ferry them along. Alas, he has no tentacles to do the job, but Ronin is quite happy to swim the distance.
Soon enough the voices that had felt so close are muffled and inaudible, and the bodies that had become distinguishable through the steam are gone once more. Finding a more shallow spot, Ronin slips his arms back around Remi, fully intending to lift him onto the hot stone at the side of the springs.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
