the white knight
"Mmhm," Ronin replies as Remi seems to catch his drift, though he's not currently capable of anything more eloquent given how his lips are occupied with lavishing kisses across his husband's chest. "We do?" It's through hooded eyes that the Knight finally draws back enough to look up at the other man, smirking and assisting in the removal of his shorts, tugging them away beneath the water (and having the good sense to tuck them down the back of his own lest they be swept away into the springs).
"Boomerang it is," he confirms, letting his fingers press and knead across the tops of Remi's thighs, even as he steps closer between the other man's legs. He doesn't plan on needing to say it at all, but as both of them know, things don't always go to plan. Nevertheless, Ronin is soon very much focused on his task, and it's with a last lingering kiss against the Bastion's collarbone that he finally allows his fingers to encircle his erection with slow and luxurious strokes, glancing sidelong over his shoulder to check there are no interlopers in the mist.
"Boomerang it is," he confirms, letting his fingers press and knead across the tops of Remi's thighs, even as he steps closer between the other man's legs. He doesn't plan on needing to say it at all, but as both of them know, things don't always go to plan. Nevertheless, Ronin is soon very much focused on his task, and it's with a last lingering kiss against the Bastion's collarbone that he finally allows his fingers to encircle his erection with slow and luxurious strokes, glancing sidelong over his shoulder to check there are no interlopers in the mist.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
