even my darkness shines for you
Snatching in a hasty sip of air as Remi parts from him, however minor the space between them, Ronin is left mildly dazed by the roar of emotion that floods through him from the other man, igniting something molten in the pit of his stomach that burns golden and greedy and always will when it comes to his husband. "No," he rumbles, his smile crooked, his thumb brushing over the scruff on Remi's cheek even as his breath skips a little on the inhale, stuttering from the sudden pressure of hips grinding against him.
"You always do this," he accuses. "If you didn't go around looking and acting the way you do, I wouldn't be nearly so inclined to pin you against trees all the time." Leaning in again to gently nip at Remi's lower lip, Ronin scoffs out a wicked laugh. "We can still get that drink," he says. "Say the word and I'll walk away." No he won't. "Just be grateful it isn't Leafchange right now."
"You always do this," he accuses. "If you didn't go around looking and acting the way you do, I wouldn't be nearly so inclined to pin you against trees all the time." Leaning in again to gently nip at Remi's lower lip, Ronin scoffs out a wicked laugh. "We can still get that drink," he says. "Say the word and I'll walk away." No he won't. "Just be grateful it isn't Leafchange right now."
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