the white knight
"Mm, well I don't know if I don't like it yet." Ronin smiles sweetly up at his husband, and though he takes Remi's hand, rather than pulling himself out of the hotspring, he merely kisses the back of his palm and encourages him to sit at the edge of the water so the Knight might stand comfortably between his thighs. "Perhaps we'll need to think of a safe word," he suggests with a bob of his eyebrows. "Something innocuous, like... boomerang, or indigo."
Either way, providing that Remi acquiesces, Ronin will be able to settle before his husband, hands running gently across the tops of his thighs towards his swim shorts. Leaning in to press a few slow kisses against Remi's chest, it will take a small amount of shimmying on the Bastion's part to free him of his clothes, not that Ronin is complaining in the slightest.
Either way, providing that Remi acquiesces, Ronin will be able to settle before his husband, hands running gently across the tops of his thighs towards his swim shorts. Leaning in to press a few slow kisses against Remi's chest, it will take a small amount of shimmying on the Bastion's part to free him of his clothes, not that Ronin is complaining in the slightest.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
