there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin manages to sip in a hasty breath of air in that second of space between them, before he's entirely Remi's once again. He melts into all the places they touch, the tension fleeing his body so he can better anchor himself to the Bastion, lips and tongue rewriting the history of the place they stand in until they've made something completely new. A soft moan escapes his throat, a close cousin to impatience that flirts along the borders of greed, his hands dropping to Remi's hips to draw him more firmly against him.
"We are not having sex on the weird alien rock," he says quietly, though it's not clear whether he's talking to the other man or convincing himself about it. "But fine, you're right - making out here was definitely the right idea." The words are practically mumbled into Remi's mouth, and Ronin steals his response with another kiss, this one fiery and suggestive of all the things he'd just said they weren't going to do.
"We can leave this out of the report though," he adds through a quiet laugh.
"We are not having sex on the weird alien rock," he says quietly, though it's not clear whether he's talking to the other man or convincing himself about it. "But fine, you're right - making out here was definitely the right idea." The words are practically mumbled into Remi's mouth, and Ronin steals his response with another kiss, this one fiery and suggestive of all the things he'd just said they weren't going to do.
"We can leave this out of the report though," he adds through a quiet laugh.
RONIN
