gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"Paired with the rotting things, I'm starting to think I don't know what you like at all when it comes to romance," Ronin teases, casually too close and, for once, utterly uninterested in the picnic basket sitting somewhere behind them. Unable not to laugh at the other man's theatrics, he raises his eyebrows and leans in to brush his lips across Remi's cheek, allowing his next remark to linger against the shell of his ear.
"Well, it is Leafchange," he croons. "And we've been together ten years this year. Maybe it's time I was a little more open minded." As he speaks his hands stray to the Bastion's shirt, unbuttoning it with clever fingers that are much more careful than the mind commanding them. "What kind of husband would I be if I said no to such a reasonable request?"
Pressing a real kiss against Remi's cheek, Ronin withdraws to push the shirt back over his shoulders, baring his chest and torso for thorough examination. And it's uncertain when the Knight decided he needs to use his mouth to conduct such an exam, but honestly, who knows? Medicine is evolving all the time.
"Well, it is Leafchange," he croons. "And we've been together ten years this year. Maybe it's time I was a little more open minded." As he speaks his hands stray to the Bastion's shirt, unbuttoning it with clever fingers that are much more careful than the mind commanding them. "What kind of husband would I be if I said no to such a reasonable request?"
Pressing a real kiss against Remi's cheek, Ronin withdraws to push the shirt back over his shoulders, baring his chest and torso for thorough examination. And it's uncertain when the Knight decided he needs to use his mouth to conduct such an exam, but honestly, who knows? Medicine is evolving all the time.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
