RONIN
Thoughts of being considerate and checks to his ego are rapidly vanishing from Ronin's mind, alas, replaced by the warmth of Remi's skin and the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath the Knight's lips. His breath shivers out in response to the hands that strum along his sides, so familiar and yet brand new each and every time. Mouth curling into a sly smile, Ronin disappears beneath the blankets entirely, now, his attention drifting inexorably south.
Gentle hands, this time, linger against the Bastion's hips where Leafchange would have marked them as property, and he punctuates the apology with kisses to those fading bruises. "Am I getting any warmer?" he wonders with a rich laugh, tugging one of the blankets down enough to be able to level a mischievous grin up towards his husband, hair sleep tousled and impossibly messy, eyes softly molten already from the privilege of getting to have his hands all over Remi.
Gentle hands, this time, linger against the Bastion's hips where Leafchange would have marked them as property, and he punctuates the apology with kisses to those fading bruises. "Am I getting any warmer?" he wonders with a rich laugh, tugging one of the blankets down enough to be able to level a mischievous grin up towards his husband, hair sleep tousled and impossibly messy, eyes softly molten already from the privilege of getting to have his hands all over Remi.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
