RONIN
the white knight
Luckily for Remi, Ronin thoroughly enjoys his husband's not-so-innocent expressions, though his smile falls into slack-jawed appreciation with every suggestive press of the other man's wandering hands. "I don't take it back, inappropriate as it was," he whispers, his head tilted to the side for Remi's teeth to stake a gentle claim against his throat. "If we were back there I'd make exactly the same choice. I'm only annoyed I didn't do it sooner."
Left with cheeks flushed pink and the hand not threaded through Remi's hair playing across his lower back as if trying to decide whether to simply rip the swim shorts from his body, Ronin meets his husband's gaze with a boyish smile. "Breathing is overrated. I'd much rather be kissing you," he just about manages to say, before Remi is surging forward to do just that.
A low moan rumbles up in Ronin's throat, the Knight suddenly feeling far too overdressed for what he'd like to be doing, and his hand slips beneath the waistband of Remi's shorts at his back so he can cop a feel of his ass. Even that isn't nearly enough, though, and if there are any other voices echoing nearby through the steam, he's long stopped hearing them.
Left with cheeks flushed pink and the hand not threaded through Remi's hair playing across his lower back as if trying to decide whether to simply rip the swim shorts from his body, Ronin meets his husband's gaze with a boyish smile. "Breathing is overrated. I'd much rather be kissing you," he just about manages to say, before Remi is surging forward to do just that.
A low moan rumbles up in Ronin's throat, the Knight suddenly feeling far too overdressed for what he'd like to be doing, and his hand slips beneath the waistband of Remi's shorts at his back so he can cop a feel of his ass. Even that isn't nearly enough, though, and if there are any other voices echoing nearby through the steam, he's long stopped hearing them.
