getting stoned, then kickin' rocks

REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Remi arches a brow, lips curving into a slow, wicked smile as Ronin prowls toward him through the steaming water. He lets himself be cornered easily, welcoming his husband with arms that wind around him, fingers tracing idle patterns against warm, damp skin. His breath catches softly at the press of Ronin’s body, though his smile only grows brighter, eyes glinting with playful challenge.

"Mmm, you know, that's an excellent suggestion," he murmurs, tipping his chin up slightly so their lips are barely an inch apart. "I'll happily add it as rule number four." His voice lowers conspiratorially, almost teasingly serious. "Though, if Frey’s bikini does happen to appear, I absolutely forbid you from putting it on. I wouldn’t be able to handle the distraction." In my head it's purple with polka dots like Mayor Lewis' shorts

Laughing softly, Remi brushes his lips gently against Ronin’s, just enough to tease. "Now, are you done scolding innocent lilies, or should I prepare myself for more of your lectures today?"

did it bend or did I break?

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