just take me back to yours, that will be fine

Mm... good save, Ronin concedes, smiling against his husband's lips and clutching him closer, if anything, to feel the fingers tangling in the back of his hair. Harder to catch indeed. He kisses Remi until they're at risk of toppling over in the sand, until his vision blots with stars and his lungs scream for air, the Knight straightening back up with a laugh that belies how he needs to pant for breath. And gods help him for the Bastion, because he can sense it in a multitude of different flavours, how Remi's thoughts darken and his body begs to be touched in a way that's entirely inappropriate for the social arena in which they find themselves. It would be difficult to resist on a good day, and it's nigh impossible tonight. But resist it Ronin does, if only because he knows what he'll be leaving behind, and he very much doubts he'll let them go back out to the party afterwards. "Good things cum to those who wait, husband," he whispers, the words almost dancing across Remi's lips. "Now let's get back to the party before I absolutely regret telling you no." RONIN but you spoke some quick new music that went so far to soothe this soul