RONIN
the white knight
"I was satisfied far before you started to speak," Ronin assures his husband, his grin wicked and the kiss against his neck that follows one that he'd quite like to continue down the length of Remi's body. "But if you keep pushing your ass against me like that, I could be persuaded not to be." Alas, the other man decides at that point to peel himself away, and the Knight lets out a soft sigh as he turns, his fingers grazing lovingly over the Bastion's scar flecked chest.
"Fine," he says at last. "We may gift your best friend a beautiful flower for no reason other than because we like her and enjoy seeing her smile." He nods his agreement - just in time, as it happens, because Remi is leaning in for a proper kiss and Ronin has no intention of leaving him wanting. Humming something affectionate against his husband's lips, his arms thread back around him as if to savour this moment for all it's worth, and only the need to breathe - and find out what has happened to his shorts - has him eventually drawing back.
"Can I interest you in further relaxation in the hotsprings?" he asks. "Or have you overheated out here?"
"Fine," he says at last. "We may gift your best friend a beautiful flower for no reason other than because we like her and enjoy seeing her smile." He nods his agreement - just in time, as it happens, because Remi is leaning in for a proper kiss and Ronin has no intention of leaving him wanting. Humming something affectionate against his husband's lips, his arms thread back around him as if to savour this moment for all it's worth, and only the need to breathe - and find out what has happened to his shorts - has him eventually drawing back.
"Can I interest you in further relaxation in the hotsprings?" he asks. "Or have you overheated out here?"
