if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
Holding the rope ladder so that only his eyes peeped over the deck, Remi couldn't help but feel for a moment as if he was doing something wrong (and no, not just because of the use of his tentacles). Watching the Knight twist and turn in the sunlight had droplets of saltwater trickling down from his dark hair, following the deep furrows left by his muscles along his back, before disappearing into the wooden boards of their deck. Flushing, the Bastion's lips grew tight as he inhaled softly, his tentacle retreating.
Too late "I didn't realize you were into that." Remi hums, mischievously before hauling himself the remainder of the way up the ladder, dismissing his partial shift as he went. "Or that you were so concerned about tanlines." Only wearing a pair of swimming shorts himself—given that they had pineapples and hearts on them they were probably a pair of Ronin's—the Bastion sinks down onto his knees at his husband's side, his sea-glass stare unabashedly drinking in his husband's bronzed physique.
Placing his hand on Ronin's knee, Remi let his fingers walk suggestively towards the Knight's foot, his eyebrows raised. "But I mean if you are, who am I to deny you."
Placing his hand on Ronin's knee, Remi let his fingers walk suggestively towards the Knight's foot, his eyebrows raised. "But I mean if you are, who am I to deny you."
we'll float away
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
