the white knight
"Oh? Well, if you have I think I must have died too." Which, hilarious because it would mean he'd died choking on his husband's cock, and in Ronin's opinion that's one of the best ways to go. Pressing a few more kisses to Remi's hips and thighs, he cracks out a husky laugh as the other man's implication becomes clear, Ronin nodding and moving to haul himself out of the steaming water.
Shifting to lay bonelessly with Remi on the hot stone, his kisses migrate up the Bastion's collarbones and to his jaw and cheeks, until Ronin can collapse back and nose into damp curls. "Gods, I love you," he whispers, his fingers stroking languidly along the length of his husband's torso, tickling around his hips once more before settling. Neither of them will be good for any further shenanigans for at least a few minutes, so why not take advantage of the traditional uses of Frey's Breath?
(Those being rest, healing and relaxation, of course).
Shifting to lay bonelessly with Remi on the hot stone, his kisses migrate up the Bastion's collarbones and to his jaw and cheeks, until Ronin can collapse back and nose into damp curls. "Gods, I love you," he whispers, his fingers stroking languidly along the length of his husband's torso, tickling around his hips once more before settling. Neither of them will be good for any further shenanigans for at least a few minutes, so why not take advantage of the traditional uses of Frey's Breath?
(Those being rest, healing and relaxation, of course).
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
