gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"There's always a chance, so they say," Ronin grumbles, though if it isn't quite obvious by now, he is increasingly distracted by his husband's presence. "I'm sure," he murmurs, brushing his nose against Remi's and acting as if he might drag them both down into the soft, plush sheets when his husband has to go and start teasing him. (In the right headspace he'd realise, of course, that the Bastion is doing it on purpose and precisely to get the reaction Ronin is about to give him. Sorrows).
With blue eyes darkening and his brows drawing together, the Knight all but bullies Remi into bed to pin him down, the growl in his throat a barely caged thing. "I'd like to stay in bed," he says, the soft timbre of his voice one of a predator; his luxere shift might be responsible for his Leafchange madness, but it's entirely backed up by the dragon in his blood.
By like, of course, he means he'll fight anyone who tries to peel them out of it, and before Remi can drip further provocation into his ear, Ronin leans in to silence him with a hard, greedy kiss.
With blue eyes darkening and his brows drawing together, the Knight all but bullies Remi into bed to pin him down, the growl in his throat a barely caged thing. "I'd like to stay in bed," he says, the soft timbre of his voice one of a predator; his luxere shift might be responsible for his Leafchange madness, but it's entirely backed up by the dragon in his blood.
By like, of course, he means he'll fight anyone who tries to peel them out of it, and before Remi can drip further provocation into his ear, Ronin leans in to silence him with a hard, greedy kiss.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
