gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"Now we're talking," Ronin says through a crooked grin, his words murmured lovingly against the back of Remi's hand. "Caters to your morbid tastes, gives me ample room to bury any bodies, and no one will be surprised if there's screaming." He bounces his eyebrows; no matter what kind of screaming it might be, wink wonk.
Returning his attention to his hunt for injuries, he feels the flush of heat and need through all the places they touch, and given that every part of Ronin is like dry kindling this season, all it takes is one stuttered breath by his husband for it to catch. "Well," he says, his voice low and just above a whisper, "I thought perhaps there was something here-" and on here he reaches out to press his fingers against the front of Remi's pants, "-but maybe I should leave that until later to investigate."
For now, with a final kiss to the Bastion's fingertips, Ronin rises smoothly back to his feet and draws him closer, ensuring his shirt has been pushed away from his shoulders so he might examine them with further kisses. (Medically approved kisses, of course).
Returning his attention to his hunt for injuries, he feels the flush of heat and need through all the places they touch, and given that every part of Ronin is like dry kindling this season, all it takes is one stuttered breath by his husband for it to catch. "Well," he says, his voice low and just above a whisper, "I thought perhaps there was something here-" and on here he reaches out to press his fingers against the front of Remi's pants, "-but maybe I should leave that until later to investigate."
For now, with a final kiss to the Bastion's fingertips, Ronin rises smoothly back to his feet and draws him closer, ensuring his shirt has been pushed away from his shoulders so he might examine them with further kisses. (Medically approved kisses, of course).
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
