just take me back to yours, that will be fine

"That," Ronin says softly, a smile curling at his lips as well, "is rude. And you know it." He might be speaking of the unconscious way Remi has straightened up, offering more of himself for the ogling. Or he might be talking about the - yes, temptation, husband - of going to look for imaginary top-ups for liquor and food and cups that he's already certain will have leftovers before the end of the night. Stepping closer still to feel the other man's fingers brush against his lower back, Ronin's kisses have migrated from Remi's cheek to the corner of his mouth and, were it not for the Vanya of it all, he might have silenced him entirely with his lips by now. Bold is certainly a term for it, and even though Remi doesn't seem wounded by the knowledge, Ronin nevertheless turns in his arms so they might hold each other properly, one of his hands lingering against the Bastion's hips, the other pressed against his chest to feel the beat of his heart thrum in doubletime against his palm and the ring on his finger. "Are you saying that the man I am now isn't a catch?" He asks with a playfully scandalised raise of his brows. "Because you aren't wrong, but I still have feelings about it." Feelings, luckily, that Remi can peruse at will in every place they touch, because in the next moment Ronin is far too busy kissing his husband to expand on it. Good, he purrs through their Attuned bond, smiling against his lips before turning, suddenly, to clasp the other man close and dip him back, as if they are two new lovers posing for a romantic shoot on the beach, and not a couple married for a decade and beyond. RONIN but you spoke some quick new music that went so far to soothe this soul