RONIN
the white knight
"Three? That is at least two more rules than I was expecting for our jaunt out here," Ronin complains, though he's given away by the smile in his voice. Accepting Remi's hand with warm, calloused fingers, he steps into the hotsprings and instantly submerges himself enough to relax against the hot stone side of the pool they find themselves in. Closing his eyes for just a second to enjoy the way the tension begins to flood out of his muscles, he peeps across at Remi in time to see him start to hold up his fingers.
"I accept your terms," he informs the other man without a whisper of complaint, ferried willingly closer and stretching an arm around his husband to all but melt against him. "Though I must ask - what do I do if I want a generous sip of that gin you brought, but I don't want to break any of the rules?" Grinning, Ronin doesn't actually care about the answer to the other man's question, something made evident by the way he's already trying to sneak kisses to his cheek and against his jaw.
"This was a great idea," he murmurs against his scruff. "I needed it."
"I accept your terms," he informs the other man without a whisper of complaint, ferried willingly closer and stretching an arm around his husband to all but melt against him. "Though I must ask - what do I do if I want a generous sip of that gin you brought, but I don't want to break any of the rules?" Grinning, Ronin doesn't actually care about the answer to the other man's question, something made evident by the way he's already trying to sneak kisses to his cheek and against his jaw.
"This was a great idea," he murmurs against his scruff. "I needed it."
