even my darkness shines for you
"Mm, it must be. Maybe I should try swimming in more fresh water - there are quite a few large fountains scattered throughout Torchline these days," Ronin agrees with a crooked smile. He ought to know, having been responsible in large part for their construction. Luckily enough, thoughts about all his hard work are replaced with other ideas (though these are no less hard, it should be noted), and the Knight can feel the warm caress of the other man's breath across his cheek and the way their bodies beg to press together, like polarising magnets.
Grinning - unable to help it - at what he very much hopes is an innuendo from Remi, he raises his eyebrows and lets his gaze slowly drink his husband in, from the wet and dishevelled curls, the scruff on his jaw, to the way the water runs in deft plumes down the hard lines of his body. Feeling his mouth start to water, he clears his throat and tilts his head. "Make sure you take a real good look, okay? I wouldn't want you to smash by accident, one of these days," he murmurs.
Grinning - unable to help it - at what he very much hopes is an innuendo from Remi, he raises his eyebrows and lets his gaze slowly drink his husband in, from the wet and dishevelled curls, the scruff on his jaw, to the way the water runs in deft plumes down the hard lines of his body. Feeling his mouth start to water, he clears his throat and tilts his head. "Make sure you take a real good look, okay? I wouldn't want you to smash by accident, one of these days," he murmurs.
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